Hayley P.O.V.

I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I fucking hate Joshua Farro.

The words keep chanting to in my head as I stared at the delicious food in front of me...the food that I'm not allowed to touch nor eat....the food that I am about to throw out to window since we had to follow this Farro tradition that you couldn't eat until everyone is at the table.

I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I fucking hate Joshua Farro.

"Daddy," moaned Isabelle, patting her stomach. "I don't think I can take this anymore. Can we eat now?"

"Just give him five more minutes," requested John, sighing. "I'm sure he will come, I know he will."

I scoffed as I took another bite of the garlic bread. "Yeah...,"I stated, rolling my eyes. "Because he cares of someone else other than himself."

I felt my mother's glare but I ignored it as I finished the garlic bread and got another one.

Nate and Jonathan had left five minutes after the dinner was suppose to start, stating that couldn't wait anymore when they could be doing work. Isabelle had starting complaining only thirty minutes ago, and Zac...I looked around the dining room, looking for his familiar face. He had started complaining since the 6:01 and hadn't shut up since then. I didn't mind though, I was pissed too. However, Zac hasn't said anything in a while...

My eyes finally landed on Zac and I couldn't help but let out a laugh. His head was on the table and his eyes were closed tight. One hand was on stomach and the other was on top of his head. I could hear him softly moan the word food. Poor kid.

John glanced at this watch once more and sighed. He shook his head. "I guess since he's now over an hour and a half late..."

Zac's head immediately went up John said those words. He clasped his hands together for a quick prayer before grabbing the first thing he saw...a chicken leg. He started munching on it hungrily as he started putting some mash potatoes on his plate, pouring some gravy on top of it, decorating it with green peas, and adding in a couple more chicken legs on top.

"Pass the corn why don't you," he ordered Isabelle, still chewing on his food.

Isabelle made a face before passing him the corn. "Isn't it cold?" she asked him. "It has been seating on the table for over an hour."

"I didn't notice," Zac answered, before stuffing some more mash potatoes in his mouth.

Isabelle stared at him disgustingly, but then shrugged as she grabbed a plate of mash potatoes and put a little dallop on her plate. Is she always this proper?

John sighed as he grabbed a plate of corn before giving it to me.

            I was in the middle of eating a chicken leg when I heard a familiar voice clear their throat. "Gosh," I heard the person mutter, taking a seat in front of me. "You guys are eating like you never seen food before." 

            I didn't look up as I tried to kick the person in front of me, but he moved in the last second, laughing a bit. "Too slow."  I growled, but I ignored him. Right now, I was too hungry to care about anything else.

            "Josh," started John, clearing his throat. "Where have you been?"

            "Out," he replied. I could tell he was leaning back on his chair, looking bored. "What's it to you?"

            "Josh," his father warned. I looked up and saw John assessing Josh, looking tired and a bit frustrated. "You know what...never mind...we'll talk about this later."

            Josh just shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest, still looking bored. "Can I go now? I already ate where I was and I don't feel like stuffing my face with food..." He glanced down at me, smirking. "I don't want to get fat you know."

            I glared back.

            That son of a b-

            "Are you sure Josh?" asked my mother, looking a bit concerned. I resisted the urge to throw up. Why she wanted to impress him, I am not sure. "Your father had planned this dinner so that we can get to know each other better."

            "Well..." started Josh, clasping his hands together, and leaning forward. "I don't think I really have to."

            "Oh," said my mother softly, looking down at her food, looking hurt.

            Okay, that's -

            "I trust my father's judgment," continued Josh, looking up at her. "He does have excellent taste and woman and you seem like a fine one yourself. I fell in love with you the moment you walked out of that door." Isabelle and Zac both spit out their food, looking at Josh incredulously, even John was giving Josh a look, but he ignored them as he gave my mother a wide grin, winking at her. "So you see, I already approve, so there is no need to try to impress me Mrs. Williams. I like you the way you are."

You've got to be kidding me.

I looked around the table, gauging everyone's reaction. Isabelle was staring at her brother weirdly, my mother was smiling, and Zac...well Zac looked frozen, his mouth so wide you can still see chicken scraps in his mouth. John was the only one looking subdued, studying Josh as if he could read if Josh was telling the truth.

Josh slowly turned around and met his father gaze. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he inquired. "Am I required to hate all the women you bring home?"

John looked taken aback as he scrambled for an answer, but Josh didn't wait as he pushed his chair back and stood up. He yawned.

"I'm pretty exhausted," he stated as he stretched out his arms. "You mind if I excuse this dinner. I had a pretty tough day today, and I kind of want to hit the hay early."

"Um...sure," replied John. "We can...um...do this next time."

"Thanks...you are the best dad around." Josh gave him another grin before heading to the stairwell, not looking back.

Nobody could have fallen for that trick, could they? I mean, it's so obvious that all he said was a big bunch of baloney. Besides-

"Aww," gushed my mother, looking at John. "I think he really likes me."

What?!

I turned to John, hoping he would break the news to her gently. That Josh was just a jackass and was never going to like anyone other than the image he sees when he looks in the mirror.

Josh took a deep breath before putting a fork down, looking up at my mom, his face beaming.

Crap.

"I think so too," he agreed. My mother giggled.

No way in hell was I going to let this go on. Josh may have my mother, his dad, and maybe even his siblings fooled, but he won't fool me. I'm not going to let this stuff continue the way they are. If Josh has an issue with my mother then he was going to have to take it up on me. I am not going to let him get away with this crap.

I guess someone is going to have to pay him a little visit later. I smiled at the thought. Maybe then he could see what he was truly messing it...and how I really plan to deal with him.

Josh P.O.V.

I stared down at my lyric book, the top of my pencil on my lip, as I re-read the lyrics that Zac, me and, a friend named Zach Hall, wrote a couple of weeks ago in my room when we were just jamming on the guitars and drums a month ago.

I groaned as I finished reading, putting my hands through my hair. Were we drunk when we wrote this? I thought we wanted to write a rock song, not some song about being a unicorn and chilling at a club. How the hell did it even stray that far?

I rested my head on my desk, closing my eyes. As funny and dumb the song was, it wasn't really what I was looking for. Actually it wasn't even close. I think this is the last time I write a song with them after being hyped with sugar and watching tons of Jet Li movies.

I heard the door to my room open but thought nothing of it, as I turned my head the opposite direction feeling exhausted and frustrated. It was probably one of the maids checking up on me...which I could care less about.

I got up from my chair and push the paper down on the floor, wanting to get it out of my sight. The person picked it up and after a couple of seconds started laughing.

"I'm a unicorn," I heard a familiar voice say. "What the hell is this...some kind of song for toddlers?"

I quickly turned around, hoping to God it wasn't who I thought it was.

Hayley was standing there, leaning on a baseball bat on her left hand, her right hand holding the lyrics to that song that I was just reading only seconds ago.

I narrowed my eyes as I violently snatched the lyric book from her hands, almost ripping it in half. "It's none of your damn business short-stuff."

Hayley's grin vanished as she narrowed her eyes, her left hand gripping tighter on the baseball bat. "Watch what you say Farro boy. I won't hesitate to use this bat and give you the beating you deserve."

"Oh shut up will you," I told her, tearing out the paper from the book before crumbling it and throwing it on my bed. "Like your little short self can actually touch me."

"Stop calling me short," she yelled, bringing up the baseball bat. "I will do it you know."

"If you dare touch me with that, I swear to God, I will make your life more of living hell than it is now."

"Your existence is enough," she retorted. She looked at me up and down. "I don't know why you are getting so high and mighty. I mean, someone who writes those pathetic lyrics pretty much shouldn't be acting like so much of an ass."

"I didn't write it," I told her, gritting my teeth. "Zac and his friend did."

"Of course you didn't..." She smirked at me. "Mr. Damien Richardsonlavidas."

"So what?" I yelled at her, crossing my arms to prevent myself from doing something I might regret. "I'm a dude, we write stupid shit together." I then smiled at her, giving her a mischievous grin.  "I would at least thing you would know something about that."

Hayley's jaw dropped.

"What?!" she exclaimed, dropping her bat. "You better take that back."

"What aren't in kindergarten kiddo," I said, rolling my eyes. "You can't ever take back what you say? It's already said and done. It's not like you can go back in time and stop me from saying it."

"I wish I could," Hayley yelled, pointing her finger to my chest. "Not only will I stop you from saying something like that, but I would make sure you were never born."

"Oh please," I exasperated, rolling my eyes. "You are being over dramatic. Just stop it, you're getting really irritating.  "

"Why don't you stop being such a jerk first?"

"No,' I replied, looking down at her. "Now will you get out of my room? You are invading my space, you know."

"Hell no," answered Hayley, looking up at me, glaring. "I came in here to-"

"Read my stuff and threaten me with a baseball bat...I think I got it. Now go."

"No," Hayley yelled louder. "I'm not done with you yet."

"What?!" I asked her, feeling annoyed. "You want me to stop bullying you, right?"

"No I..." She paused for a second, looking confused. "...wait what?"

I rolled my eyes at her stupid behavior. I pushed her finger away from my chest, and glanced down at her, giving her a hard stare.

"I'm assuming you invaded my room to talk to me about how much I have much of an ass I've  been since you set foot in this house, am I correct?"

"Well..." Hayley scrambled for something to say, completely off guard. "Yeah," she finally said. "Yes, I am."

"Here's something for you then," I told her, looking at her, straight in her bright green eyes. "Stay the hell away from me and everything will be fine."

"That...that's all," she stuttered, looking at me incredulously.

"That's it,' I repeated. "Will you leave my room now?"

Hayley hesitated for a second, biting her lip. "Wait a minute...if that is all you wanted me to do, then why did you just tell me that earlier."

I chuckled as I looked down at her confused face. Did she not get it yet?

"I like to screw around," I admitted. "I hadn't really planned on letting it get this far, but you aggravated me so much that I just continued to carry it on."

"You ruined my pajamas," she accused.

"You should thank me," I acknowledge. "I mean, who wears Sesame Street pajama pants anymore? They are so...I don't know...preschool."

Hayley looked down, blushing madly. I smirked. I quickly glanced down at the wardrobe she was wearing now. She had on a plain black tank top and had on SpongeBob  pajama pants, her hair in a messy ponytail. It didn't look as babyish as yesterdays PJ's so I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want her to raise her baseball bat again.

Hayley looked back up at me, a blush still stained on her cheeks. She rested her hands on her hips as she pointed to the wall behind me, looking smug.

"And what about you Mr. Pervert? Who hangs a picture of a Ms. April on their bedroom wall."

"Any male who appreciates human art," I replied simply

Hayley snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah...that's art. An almost naked woman, with boobs bigger than her head and wearing the smallest bikini every made in existence, you have good awesome taste."

"You're just mad because you can't measure up to her," I told her, rolling my eyes. "It's okay. You'll grow your stuff soon enough."

Hayley smug smile disappeared as it turned to a murderous glare. She went up to me, her face only inches away from mine...and slapped me...hard.

I think I've had enough of this shit.

            "What the hell?" I exclaimed, rubbing my now bruised cheek. "I know you hate being called short, but don't you think you are over reacting you little bitch."

            "Don't call me a bitch," she screamed, looking ready to me her again. "The name is Hayley. Hayley Nichole Williams."

            "I couldn't give a shit," I told her, still rubbing my cheek. "Anyone girl who slaps me is a damn bitch. I didn't do anything to you, but give you a bit advice. You should be happy that I didn't insult you further."

            "Oh shut the fuck up," she exclaimed. "You are the damn bitch. Acting like a stupid wuss just because I slapped you. Grow a pair why don't you?"

            "How about you?" I inquired, taking his hand away from my jaw. "You are such an annoying little pixie. I want you out of my room now."

            "Stop calling me short," Hayley yelled.

            "Why don't you stop nagging me? I have been warning you to get out of my room but you never listen? I thought you wanted me to stop bullying you, not doing it further."

            "You don't scare me," Hayley told me. "Nothing you can do can every make me run away."

            "Really?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows. "Everyone has a weakness."

            "Not me," Hayley said, folding her arms.

            "We'll see about that." I grinned at her.

            "Are you threatening me, Mr. Farro?"

            "No...it's a promise."

            "Well then..." Hayley looked up at me, smiling. "I guess two can play that game."

            "I don't have a weakness," I told her bluntly.

            "Really?" she inquired, making her eyes wide. "I thought you said everyone had a weakness."

            I growled.

            Hayley smile turned to a smirk as she stared me down, probably waiting for me to back down. But I won't. I will find out every single thing that makes her tick even if I have to give up half my body parts.

            I had never met anyone who annoyed the crap out of me in such a short amount of time.

            She was going to regret every messing with me...I will make sure of it.

Hayley P.O.V.

"Hayley," soft voice called. "Hayley...Hayley..."

"Five more minutes," I muttered, burying my head deeper in my comfortable pillow.

"It's almost three 'o'clock sweetie," I heard my mother say. "You have already missed the family breakfast.

"Five more minutes," I muttered again, putting my head under the pillow, hoping that my mom will get the hint and go away.

"Zac has been wanting to hang with you all day," bargained my mom, trying to pull the pillow away and failing.

"Soon," I mumbled, holding the pillow tighter to my head, sleep already coming back to me.

"Isabella wants to show you her doll collection," my mother said, pulling on the pillow harder.

"Soon," I repeated again, only seconds away from falling asleep.

"Josh says he wants to hang out," pleaded my mom, her last attempt to get out of bed. "He mentioned something about hotpockets, milk, and jelly donuts."

Automatically, I sat up from my bed, all traces of sleepiness gone.

"So," began my mother excitedly, clapping her hands together. "You finally woke up and with the mention of Josh's name too. Does this mean that you guys are good friends now?"

I gave my mother a murderous glare.

"...maybe not," she finished, frowning again. "Hayles..."

"I don't want to hear it," I grumbled, getting out of bed. "Waking up before noon on summer vacation makes me testy so please just leave me alone, alright?"

"Now Hayles..."

"I said I'm not freaking interested-"

"HAYLEY NICHOLE WILLIAMS," yelled my mom, grabbing my hands and forcefully pulling me toward her. "Stop cutting me off when I am talking to you, that is just too disrespectful."

"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact.

My mother sighed. "Look honey. I know you are not happy with this situation but can you at least do this for me. Just months ago you were telling me that you wanted to get to know John better since he's in Franklin most of the time."

"Well," I started, folding my arms. "I didn't think that you would take me seriously and drag me to this hell hole.

"Well get over it," my mother told me, patting my back. "We are only here for the first month of the summer. Then the rest of your summer is free."

"Thank the lord," I murmured.

My mother gave me a look but in return I just gave her a sheepish grin. She shook her head. "Well, I'm so glad for you enthusiasm." She ruffled my hair. "So besides the Josh situation... She gave me a small glare. "Is everything else okay with you? This transition must not be easy-"

"I'm okay," I interrupted. "Thanks for worrying, but I have everything under control."

"You sure?" inquired my mom. I nodded my head. She made a sigh of relief. "Well...I'm glad. I was afraid I was going to have to bring in all the maids and butlers to bring you out."

"Come on mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "I think of more mature ways to sabotage your relationships."My mother raised an eyebrow. "I'm just kidding." I raised my hands in surrender. "I'm really happy for you and John."

"Good," my mother exasperated, putting her hand on my chest. "You scared me for a second."

"Oh come on mom," I said, putting my hands around her. "I'm not that mean."

"You really are a good daughter Hayles," my mother commented, kissing the top of my head. "Not all children would be able to handle this well."

"Well...I' m not like other kids," I reminded.

"You certainly aren't," my mother giggled, getting off of my bed. She stretched a bit. "Well...I guess my job is done. I just wanted to check on how you are doing, but now I see that you are well which soothes my conscience, so I"ll leave you alone."

"Okay," I said, nodding my head. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Actually...there will be a family dinner at approximately six'o'clock. John organized it so that we get to know each other better."

"Oh really," I muttered.

"Yeah, I'm so excited," she said. She walked towards my door and opened it. "You are free to do whatever you like until then. John is taking me sightseeing around the neighborhood to get to know the place better. I'll see you later."

"Later," I said, waving my hands at her.

My mother gave me a big smile before shutting my door. When she did I threw the covers off of me and ran up to the door and locked it.

I sighed.

It hurts me that my mother is so gullible...but then again, it does let me get away with tons of stuff.

Like me forging my report card, suspensions from school, random crap she has found in my room that was actually stuff I have shop-lifted. Or...the biggest one of all, thinking that John is not right for my mother. I mean, he is a nice guy and all, but he's stinking rich. He barely spent time with my mom in all the visits he had done in Mississippi and I know that even if they do ever get married, he will probably spend more time on his job than with my mother and that won't make her happy. I bet they will only last five years...tops.  However, I plan to stop this stupid relationship before it even gets that far.  

I'm not going to let my mother and her love blindness make her create a grave mistake. I may be a pain in an ass and bother her all the time, but I am still her daughter and I really do love her.

She will thank me for it in the future...I know she will.

Smiling at myself, I unlocked the door and opened it, having the urge to get a bagel and some OJ for breakfast.

I stepped outside my room and was about to make my way down the stairs when I heard something drop...and a bunch of sticky, chunky stuff got on me.

What the...

I looked up and I saw a huge silver bucket hanging on the top of my door with yellow-orange stuff pouring of it.

Who the heck would do such a...?

In the distance, I heard a familiar laugh in the hallway.

I growled.

Change of plans. I'm not only going to try to sabotage my mother's future with John, but I'm going to mess up Josh so bad that he won't ever have a future again...I swear to it.

Josh P.O.V.

"Let me make this clear," I said softly, putting my hands on the girl's shoulder and looking at her deep in the eyes. "I...I...ugh..." I looked down, forcing myself to make tears out of my eyes. It isn't that hard. I'm a freaking professional at this shit. When I felt satisfied, I looked up and the girl gasped, tears glistening in her eyes too. This is way too easy...

"Oh Josh," gasped Jennifer, clinging on to me, I resisted the urge to cringe. "Please tell me you aren't doing what I think you are doing. Give me another chance. I promise to be better."

"But babe," I exasperated, making my voice crack at just the right place. "I just can't do this anymore. I just love you too much and it's just so hard to bare..."

"Josh," whimpered the Jenny. "You drive me crazy too but I can handle it. Maybe I can teach you..."

I shook my head as I made one tear fall down my cheek. The girl cried.

Damn it...I hate cry babies.

"There, there," I whispered, bring her into my arms. "I will come back to you soon enough. I just need time, that's all."

"How long?" inquired the Jenny.

"As long as it takes," I replied, looking down to her. "I want to be perfect for you."

"Oh Josh," sighed the girl, holding on to me tightly. "I can't believe this...and at the beginning of our first summer together too."

"Yes," I agreed. "That does really suck." I wanted to gag. Why is she dragging this out? I only came to break up with her in person just that one reason. "But..." I started. "I will come back for you babe...I promise." I wanted to laugh. I wouldn't come back for this loser even if someone paid me a million dollars. Our relationship is long over.

"I'm glad," she whispered, breaking into my thoughts. Jenny looked down, biting her lip. "I just wish that there was a way that we can spend one more moment together, just you and me."

I raised an eyebrow as looked down at her, a devilish smirk on her lips. "Oh...I think I have a great idea."

Jenny smirked back.  

Bingo.

A couple hours later

I parked my BMW in the huge car garage before getting out, feeling tired. I was pooped and it wasn't only because I was doing the deed with Jennifer, but because afterwards I went to the mall with the dudes to fool around and look for fresh meat.

In the summer, a lot of people come to Franklin to visit the little shops, stores, and shows around the area...and some of those people happen to be hot young woman who need a native Franklin guy to show them around.

B-I-N-G-O.

I smirked to myself as I put my hands in my pockets and made my way inside the mansion.

Am I a chauvinistic pig?

            Yep.

            Do I give a rat's ass?

            Hell no.

            I'm freaking seventeen years old. I can do whatever I please. These are the years that I'm supposed to be getting into trouble, doing stupid shit, sleeping around and hoping I don't catch anything for anybody. These are supposed to be the highlight of my life...and I'm living it to the fullest and I don't care who I hurt and destroy along the way.

            Even if it involves a certain annoying idiotic red head who I am currently having fun screwing around with. 

            I let out a chuckle.

            The look on her face was priceless. I mean, the trick was so classic I bet she is pissed at herself for not staying on guard.

            It had taken me most of the night to plan it. First thinking about the plan, looking for the material, finding the right liquid to use in the bucket (honey) and of course, making sure it was only Hayley who got drenched and not anyone else entering her room. I had the maid stay guard of her until 8AM and told her to text me if Hayley was planning on leaving or if her mother entered. The plan went perfectly.

            I hope this chick gets my warning. All she has to do is stay out of my way and we will get along perfectly well. It's not like she will be here long anyway, I have a plan that will make her mother lose interest with my father in less than a week...it's going to be my new personal record.

Sweet.

I began to whistle as I opened the door to the kitchen, feeling in an awesome mood. As I made my way to the refrigerator to look for something to eat, a maid blocked my way.

I scowled.

"What?" I demanded, folding my arms, starting to get pissed. I hated it when maids tried to pretend they had authority over me just because they make the food, my bed, and all that other stuff. They need to stop pretending that they have some authority over me...they don't.

"Your parents are waiting," the maid stated. "You are almost an hour and a half late for the family dinner."

Crap.

Sorry for the irregular updates. School has been on my butt since the semester is almost over and teachers are killing me with homework. But I still managed to squeeze in some writing time today. Yeah me!!! I plan to upload the next chapter soon.

I looked at the top of the stairs, where the sound of the voice came from, and almost couldn't help but gasp at the guy on top of the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants, a small, black vest under a long sleeve white crisped dress shirt, and had on black and white chucks. He had short brown hair, a silver Rolex watch on his right hand, and the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

He quickly came down the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other hand sliding a small shiny black phone in his pocket.

When he finally reached downstairs, he nodded his head at his big brothers, patted the head at his little sister, and rolled his eyes at Zac.

Slowly he turned his me and my mom. He plastered on a bright smile as he said hi to my mom but when he turned to me it vanished.

"Did you dye your hair with kool- aid or something?"

My smile turned into a scowl as I glared at him.

He was a jerk.

Josh P.O.V.

I resisted the urge to laugh at the little red headed girl's expression. She looked completely shocked that I had made that bold of a statement. I actually did like the hair color but if I told her that then she would like me...that was not how the plan was suppose to go.

The girl scowled at me before turning to her mom, giving her mom a look. I glanced at the mom and saw her trying to hold back a laugh. The girl glared at her mom before turning back to me, giving me a daring glare.

"You're lips disgusting," she remarked, crossing her arms.

"Really?" I inquired, touching my lip ring. "Most of the girls say it's sexy."

"Do you mean your grandma?" she inquired, smirking.

I glared at her. This girl had more spunk than I thought.

"I think that's enough of pleasantries," interrupted my dad, lightly pushing me away from the girl. "Josh please stand in your position as we begin the introductions."

"That's okay," announced the girl. "I think already have all the names down." She turned back to us and began pointing at us as she began reciting our names. "Jon, Nate, Zac, Isabelle, and jackass...I mean Josh." She glared at me and I glared back.

"And what is your name?" I retorted. "Emo chick."

"I'm not emo," she exclaimed, starting to take a step towards me but her mother held her back.

"You know what? I think it's time for Hayley to take her nap now," proclaimed her mother, trying to calm down Hayley.

I raised my eyebrow. "Nap...how old is this chick, five?"

"That's it," yelled Hayley, trying to get away from the grip of her mother. "I'm going to kick your ass from this stupid little mansion to some gangbanger neighborhood in New York."

"Bring it on o' little one," I taunted, giving her a false smile.

"I'm not little," she screamed, finally getting out of the grip of her mother and about to attack me when my father held her back. "Let go of me. Let go of me. Let me freaking go."

"I think you need to calm down first," advised my dad.

"What about him?" she yelled, pointing at me. "He's the one who freaking started it."

"Start what?" I asked innocently. "I was just curious on how you got your hair that color."

"You freaking insulted me," she countered.

"Well, I'm sorry if your hair looks like a drink of ugly kool-aid, I was just trying to start a conversation."

"Start conversation, my ass," she grumbled, still trying to get of my father's grip.

"Hayley," scolded her mother, walking up to her. "I thought you promised me you were going to try to behave."

"Behave?" I repeated. "Doesn't she need to go to a dog obedience school for that?"

I think that was the breaking point for her. She somehow got out of my father's grip as she ran up to me and pushed me down on the ground. She landed on top of me and tried to punch me, but I caught it before it could hit my face.

"Too slow," I remarked, grinning at her. She tried to punch me with her other hand, but I caught in the last second before it touched my face. "I guess you are not as tough as you thought you were."

"Get your slimy hands off of me," she commanded.

"Why? So you can try to punch me again?"

"Damn right," she agreed, trying to pull her hands away but failing. I laugh at the pathetic attempt. Suddenly, she was off of me and shouting profanities. I sat up and saw her mother pulling her back and following a maid who was taking them upstairs.

"I'm going to kill him," she yelled. "I'm going to kill his cocky ass."

The mother didn't say anything as she continued to carry Hayley upstairs. I could still hear Hayley's string of profanities even as they reached the second level where most of the bedrooms where. Her voice finally disappeared after the sound of a slammed door.

Finally.

I slowly got off the floor and wiped myself of any dust that might have gotten on me. I smirked as I put my hands in pockets when I heard my father clear his throat.

I rolled my eyes.

What the hell did he want?

 "Josh," he started softly, making me look up at him. "I thought I warned you about Hayley's little temper problem."

I shrugged. "Must of slipped my mind."

"You have a good memory Josh," reminded my father. "Plus I told you this more than once."

"It wasn't important so it didn't stick," I lied, trying to bypass my father, but he wouldn't let me.

"I hope you aren't doing what you usually do when I have my girlfriend vacation here."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I lied again, trying to sound innocent.

My father narrowed his eyes. "Look Joshua, I really like Katherine and..."

"Excuse me," I interrupted rudely. "I recall that you said the same thing about Trisha, Diamond, Cindy, Jasmine-"

"With Katherine it's different," interjected my dad.

"And you said the same thing about Trisha, Diamond, Cindy, Jasmine-"

"Just treat her...and her daughter with respect," finished my dad with a sigh.

"We'll see," I replied, this time bypassing him.

I heard him sigh before walking to the other kids, congratulating them on behaving properly.

Well, sue me.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard someone follow me. I know there is only one person who would dare follow me after that after the little stunt I pulled near the front door.

"What do you want Zac?" I asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Dude," began Zac, walking beside me. "What was that? Hayley looked like she wanted to murder you or something."

"I was just trying to be polite," I lied.

Zac scoffed. "Don't tell me you are going to try to sabotage dad's relationships again. It's starting to get old."

"She doesn't deserve him," I argued, turning towards the dining area. "I bet she's just another gold digger."

"Actually, Katherine seems really nice," Zac mused.

"Someone like her can't stay nice raising an animal like Hayley," I stated, finally reaching the kitchen.

I sat near the counter and Zac sat next to me. "That is so mean."

"It's the truth."

"But Hayley is cool," he countered. "Didn't you notice the Jimmy Eat World t-shirt?"

"So?"

"She's probably into the same music as we are."

"So?"

Zac frowned. "You're being mean again."

I sighed as the maid brought me my breakfast for today. It was an egg, cheese, ham sandwich with bacon on the side and a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Thank you," I murmured before she disappeared.

"Come on," urged Zac, stealing a slice of bacon. "Maybe Katherine is the one."

I abruptly dropped the breakfast sandwich from hands and looked up at Zac. Zac stopped mid-chew when he saw my expression.

"Oh crap dude, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"

"Nobody," I growled. "Nobody will ever be able to replace our mom. She was the only one made for dad."

Zac looked down, suddenly interested with a cup of Pepsi the maid had given him before she left.

"It's been three years," Zac said softly. "I don't think mom will want dad to be lonely forever."

"And what about her," I exclaimed, getting up from my seat. "I mean, she's lonely too. She's stuck under the ground in a freaking coffin. She's going to be there forever by herself and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Visiting her grave helps," suggested Zac, looking up at me.

I pushed my untouched breakfast away from me and glared at Zac.

"I don't even understand dad. How the fuck can he start dating less than a year after her death? He can't even pick them right. All of them are fucking gold-diggers."

"Trisha wasn't-"

"I don't give a damn," I interrupted. "No woman can be good for dad. They can have the same walk, the same talk, the same god damn face as mom, but no one...no freaking one, will ever replace her."

I turned away from Zac and stormed away from the kitchen and headed to the closest door to go outside. I swung it open, almost knocking a maid from her feet but didn't stop to apologize as I stomped outside. I noticed a small fountain for the birds, the outside swimming pool, and the gardener doing something to the plants. I was in the backyard which wasn't that far from the garage.

I began to stomp to the garage, still upset with the conversation with Zac.  I need to take a long, ride on my motorcycle.

Hayley P.O.V.

"I'm gonna kill him," I murmured to myself. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna FREAKING kill him."

I jumped off the rainbow colored bed and ran to the door trying to open it, but my mother had the inside lock. I couldn't get out.

"Damn it," I yelled, hitting the door with all the pent up frustration I was feeling. "Let me out of here. If you don't, I'm going to break it with a...with..." I looked around the room for something I could break the door with. I spotted a huge clown doll in the corner of the room. This whole place was little with little circus toys. It was kind of creepy but that didn't stop me as I and ran up to pick it up. I was about to knock the door open with it when it opened by itself. The clown doll dropped from hands and I didn't bother to pick it up as I finally stepped into freedom.

"Doesn't anybody say thank you anymore?" asked a familiar voice.

"Zac?" Zac finally stepped into view, giving me his childish grin. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I chanted, giving him a big huge. "I was in freaking prison."

"You've only been there in ten minutes," he reminded.

"I know, but it's so boring. My mom took away my side kick, my laptop, even my iPod."

"Your iPod," he repeated, his eyes wide. "How could she do that? Is she trying to kill you?"

"I know," I agreed. "She said the music might only fuel the fire. It's not my fault that I like mostly rock and alternative music."

"That is just so mean," continued Zac. "I can't live without my iPod. It won't matter if you paid me a billion dollars, it is virtually impossible."

"Exactly," I concurred, laughing a bit. Zac laughed too. He was actually pretty cool. I never really have been friendly with people like this after a couple of minutes, but Zac had this vibe that made you automatically like him, unlike his uptight elder brothers, and that jerk-like, stupid Josh. Speaking of which...

"So," I began, giving Zac an innocent look. "Where is Josh? I want to apologize for what happened earlier?"

Zac gave me a skeptically look. "Really?"

I nodded my head and made my eyes really wide. "I just feel so bad about it. I didn't mean to jump on him, I just lost it for a second."

"You looked like wanted to kill him," he commented.

"Only a little bit," I lied.

Zac rolled his eyes. "He's not here. He left a couple of minutes ago. He was kind of still pissed off and so he decided to ride it out.

"In a Lamborghini Diablo?"  I murmured. I mean, living this lifestyle must of made him the jerk he is, or he was just bad with women. I snickered at the thought.

"No," replied Zac. "He's driving his motorcycle.

"Motorcycle?" I repeated. "Your dad let's you have one of those."

"Yeah, he wasn't fond of it first. I mean, it was dangerous, unsafe, and he didn't even buy a helmet for it. Plus it was right after our mom..." He hesitated for a second, but I didn't think anything of it as he continued. "In addition to that, Josh had used dad credit card and it was pretty expensive."

"How much did it cost?" I asked, getting a bit curious.

Zac thought about it for a second. "It was around $201,000. It is Macchia Nera Concept Bike, one of the world's most expensive motorcycles. Josh was thinking about getting a MV Agusta F4 CC, which only cost about  $150,000 and also another expensive motorcycle and was actually named "Most Powerful Motorcycle Ever to Enter Series Production" by the Guinness Book of World Record but the Nera was built by Italian designers and nobody in this family can resist Italian stuff."

"I noticed," I commented, thinking about all the Italian suits I've seen John wearing. "I guess Joshie is a spoil little brat, right?"

"Not really," answered  Zac. "He just wanted something that would go really fast."

"I still think he is a brat."

Zac looked like he was about to argue, but shook his head, like he thought better of it.

"So...um...do you want to take a tour of the house or something?" inquired Zac, giving me another cute grin. "It's pretty big and I don't want you to get lost."

"Sure," I replied, stepping towards him. "It's not like you guys have a map or something?"

Zac giggled. "Actually we do?"

"You do?" I repeated.

Zac shook his head yes. "A couple of years ago, some ambassador of some country who came to visit my dad one time got lost in this mansion. We looked all over for him but we couldn't find the guy. He somehow ended up in Izzy's playroom in the first level and Izzy drew him a simple map to get back to his room since he couldn't speak English and she wasn't that fluent yet. Ever since that incident, we have maps made and we put them in the guest room so the guest can study it, or keep it, or whatever."

"There wasn't one in this room," I told Zac, pointing to the circus room.

"Well, that's because nobody ever really goes there. It's kind of creepy."

"You're telling me," I murmured, thinking about those different types of clowns I saw in there. "So are you ready to start the grand tour?"

"Yeah," answered Zac, pumping his fist. "Let's go."

He grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the first floor. I had a feeling that this was going to be an entertaining tour.

Josh P.O.V.

I entered the house quietly. It was way past curfew and I knew that if any of my brothers or that stupid tattle tale maid saw me, I would be screwed.

I silently shut the kitchen door behind me. I would have just climbed the window, but wasn't in the mood too. Plus I was hungry as hell and wanted to eat a snack before I went upstairs to my room and start the preparations to get the Williams out of here.

It wasn't until I opened the freezer and took out an empty box of hot pockets that I realized that someone else was here.

I couldn't believe how clueless I was or how much I had let my guard down.

I mean, the smell was right under my nose. I just thought that I had imagined it because of how hungry I felt.

I turned around, my arms crossed together, as I watched the red-head kid take a huge bite of my hot pocket.

She gave me an evil grin. "How's it hanging?"

"You took the last hot pocket," I accused.

"So?" said Hayley, taking another huge bite.

"I had written my name on it in a huge letters on both sides of the box. It is impossible not to miss."

"What's your point?"

I glared at her. "Well bitch-

"The name's Hayley."

I don't give a shit."

Hayley narrowed her eyes. Slowly she lifted her plate from the counter and headed to the kitchen sink. It wasn't until she dropped the hot pocket in, that I realized what she was doing. She pressed the button near the top of the stove and a loud roaring sound erupted.

She used the freaking garbage disposal on my hot pockets.

Damn it.

Hayley studied me, trying to see if she succeeded in pissing me off. I kept my face composed. I'll blow my tantrum later.

I ignored her stare as I walked back to the refrigerator and took out a big, juicy, grape jelly donut. I took a huge bite and made a satisfied groan so Hayley realized that she hadn't won this little battle.

I could feel her scowl.

Before I closed the refrigerator, I did a little rearranging. I smiled as I closed the door.

"Good night," I told Hayley, taking another bite of my donut and headed out of the kitchen. "See you in the morning."

She narrowed her eyes at me, growing suspicious.

I just continued to walk until I was sure that she wasn't paying attention anymore. I waited near the living room entrance, listening to the clinking of glasses and the running of water. It took only five minutes until I heard the expected crash.

I grinned at myself as I began walking to way to the grand stair case, laughing loudly.

 "Oopsie,' I yelled, loud enough for the girl to hear me. "It seems that I had put the huge glass container of milk too close to the edge in the refrigerator. Too bad all the maids and butlers are asleep."

I heard her growl.

This is going to be too easy.

I promise to update soon.

Hayley P.O.V.

I bounced my head to the song on my iPod as I took another sip of my coke.

"Why didn't you get a hummer limo?" I asked Mr. Farro. "I mean those are all the rage right now."

"I had no idea you wanted to ride in style Hayley. I thought you didn't like the richie rich lifestyle of mine," jeered Mr. Farro.

"It would help," I suggested, taking another sip of my coke and looking out the tinted window. "So how long is this drive going to take? I want to squeeze in a nap before three."

"We're almost there Hayles. It is a fifteen minute drive," answered Mr. Farro, taking out his Blackberry and giving it a quick look before texting.

My eyes widen in surprise. "You text?'

"Usually only for business purposes," replied Mr. Farro putting his Blackberry in his pocket. "Or if my children are too lazy to call me."

"Children?" I repeated. "I thought rich people only liked to have one kid. How many do you have?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied with a grin.

"Are they all from the same mother?" I inquired.

"Hayley," exclaimed my mother.

"What," I shrugged. "Rich guys are known to have an affair with a maid once in a while."

"Oh my goodness," muttered my mother. "I thought you were going to try to be good."

"I am," I said innocently, making my eyes extra wide. "I'm just curious."

"Well, I guess you are about to find out then," informed John. He pointed to my window and I snuck a peek inside. I put the window down to get a better look.

"I thought you said we were going to a mansion, not a castle," I remarked looking at the huge estate.

We were in front of the golden gates but I could still have a good look of the place. The place was the color of gray limestone and three stories high. There are a number of noticeable leaded window panels framed and in the distance I could see butlers and maid walking about, long dining room tables, an entertainment center, and even a lighted fire place.

"Wow," I gasped.

"I told you she would be impressed."  I heard John whisper. I ignored the comment as I saw two men in a black and white uniform open the gates.

"Don't you have a remote control that can do that?" I asked John as I stuffed my iPod in my backpack before turning back around to face him.

"The remote is broken," he replied as we entered the long, wide drive way to his mansion. "I plan on getting it fixed soon."

I nodded my head as I looked back outside the window. The mansion looked even bigger now that we were closer. My eyes widen as we passed a fountain with a naked guy standing on his tippy toes spitting out water.

I resisted the urge to roll around the ground laughing. Maybe this place won't be as bad as I thought.

We finally stopped in front of the mansion and the limo driver got out and opened the door for John, my mom, and me. I was the first one to get out.

"So which way are the bedrooms?" I inquired, stretching my arms. "I'm still sleepy."

"Don't you want a tour of the place before settling down?" asked my mom, grabbing my duffle bag.

"Maybe later, I mean it's not like I will get lost here right. It's only like a million acres."

My mother just shook her head at me. "How about after your little nap, we can tour the place together."

"We might need a map," I advised, stretching again. "We wouldn't want to set any traps or burglary systems or anything."

My mother just rolled her eyes at me before turning to John who was putting his Blackberry back into his pocket.

"Come on," he urged. "The kids are ready."

"Yeppie," I said with false enthusiasm. "Can't wait to meet the little rugrats."

"Well, I'm excited," admitted my mom, linking her arms with John. "You speak so highly of them."

"Do you speak highly of me?" I asked my mom as she handed me my duffle bag before we made our way to the mansion. "I know you have a lot of good stories to tell."

"I try," she replied with a smirk, patting the top of my head. I hated when she did that.

Two butlers opened the dark wooden door and my eyes widen as I stepped inside. In front of me was a large, long, wooden, spiral staircase with two bright lamps on each side. I took another step on the white ceramic tiles taking in the area. There was huge gap between the front door and the wooden staircase where three young people were standing in casual clothes from the tallest to the shortest. The first guy looked like a young adult...about 25. He looked exactly like Mr. Farro.  He was clean shaved, had on a dark black Italian suit with the impossibly shiny shoes, plus a bright silver watch on his right arm. The guy standing next to him looked similar to the eldest son and had the exact same outfit except his suit was gray and he was a little bit thinner. The third person was a short little brown eyed girl, with long curly, brown hair in pigtails wearing a puffy dress. She smiled at me shyly. I smiled back.

Three kids. I guess it wasn't that...

"Where are Josh and Zac?" asked Mr. Farro with a frown. "I told them to not go anywhere until I came back from the business trip."

The eldest one rolled his eyes, taking out a Blackberry. "Where do you think?" he asked like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "They went there again."

The little girl turned to the eldest one and glared at him. "You weren't supposed to tell anybody."

The eldest one scoffed as he quickly texted something before handing the phone to his younger brother. "Those guys need to be punished. They should be interning for me or Nate in the office, not playing shows at some café show."

"Playing?" I repeated. "You mean like the piano or violin or something like that."

"I wish they did," murmured the eldest one taking out gray side kick from another pocket. How many phones does this dude have?

Before I could ask for him to explain, I heard a yell and saw someone sliding down the railing of the staircase.

"Yeppie," I heard the guy say, raising his hands up like he was in a roller coaster.  "Get ready for the Zac-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as he reached the end of the staircase and fell on the floor...face first.

I tried hard not to laugh at the ridiculous stunt, but it was just so hard.

The eldest one and Nate rolled their eyes as they texted on their phones, but the little girl ran up to the kid, trying to pull him up.

"Zac, are you alright?" she asked.

"Why are you even asking that?" inquired Nate, handing the Blackberry back to the eldest one and taking out a red Razor phone out of his pocket. "It happens all the time."

Zac just made a face at his elder brothers and began wiping dust from his brown vest. "You guys are jerks. If you knew it was going to happen, why did you try to catch me?" He glared at the eldest one. "I remember one time, I flew right in front of you, but you didn't even try to catch me. Jon, do you know how many bruised I got from that landing."

"Maybe you should try to stop acting like a monkey," commented Jon in a bored voice, putting his Blackberry in his pocket.

"You're too heavy," added Nate, handing the red Razor to the eldest one. "We could have broken a nail or something."

Zac looked at them in disbelief. "You guys are big weenies..." He giggled. "Weenies."

The guys just rolled their eyes.

This time I couldn't hold out my laugh.

 Zac turned to me with a surprised expression. "Oh crap, I didn't know you were already here." He went up to me, and gave me a childish grin. "My name is Zachary Wayne Farro, but you can call me Zac. Actually I beg you to call me Zac, Zachary is such a mouth full."

"Hey Zac," I greeted, a smile spreading on my face. "My name is Hayley...Hayley Nichole Williams if you wanted to know my full name."

"I want to know everything about you," said Zac sincerely, smiling again.  "I want to know your age, the school you go to, if you have a boyfriend..."

"Zac," warned Mr. Farro, giving him a look. "She just got here. Can't you put it down a notch?"

"What?"  he asked innocently, putting his hands up "I just curious. Franklin has been boring for a while. I'm glad there's a new person here to spice it up."

"I don't think one person will make a difference," I addressed.

"We'll see about that," smirked Zac. "I have a feeling we are going to be the best of friends and cause quite a scene in this small town."

"You know, I kind of have that feeling too," I admitted, smiling back. He actually seemed kind of cool and I couldn't wait to spend more time with him, not like his serious-like older brothers. I saw a faded, purple sticker on his right hand which must of meant that he had been to a concert recently. I thought about asking him about it, but I wasn't sure if Mr. Farro would approve.

"Now where is-"

"Right here," interjected a soft voice on the top of the stairs. I looked at the top of the stairs, where the sound of the voice came from, and almost couldn't help but gasp at the guy on top of the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants, a small, black vest under a long sleeve white crisped dress shirt, and had on black and white chucks. He had short brown hair, a silver Rolex watch on his right hand, and the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

He quickly came down the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other hand sliding a small shiny black phone in his pocket.

When he finally reached downstairs, he nodded his head at his big brothers, patted the head at his little sister, and rolled his eyes at Zac.

Slowly he turned his me and my mom. He plastered on a bright smile as he said hi to my mom but when he turned to me it vanished.

"Did you dye your hair with kool- aid or something?"

My smile turned into a scowl as I glared at him.

He was a jerk.

I can't believe how much you guys demanded for another chapter. I hadn't plan on updating for at least for a couple of days but because of all the demand I decided to do it a little early. Thank you for the support.

I promise to update the next chapter soon.

Hayley P.O.V.

"Private jet," I sighed, combing my hands through my bright orange, red hair. "Why didn't he just notch it up again and let us travel by a huge yacht."

"He actually has one, "replied my mother taking a sip of the red wine that the stewardess gave her. "But his brother is borrowing it because he wants to take a surprise trip to the Caribbean with his wife.

"I should have known," I muttered.

"Now Hayley-," started my mother.

"Would you like anything else Mrs. Williams?" interrupted the stewardess. "We won't land for another ten minutes.

"How about a parachute and a train ticket so I can just jump of this scrape off metal and go back home?" I asked her.

"Hayley," scolded my mother, shaking her head.  I ignored her. It was her fault we were coming here for the summer, not mine.

The stewardess just continued to smile that creepy smile of hers before speaking. "How about a glass of champagne? It will make you feel better."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're offering alcohol to an underage kid. Do you want to get arrested or something? "

"Hayley," scolded my mother again.

The stewardess still kept her smile. "Well... champagne has a lot of benefits.  A study shows that moderate consumptions of champagne may help the brain cope with the trauma of stroke, Alzheimer's, and Parkinson's disease. Also, the high amount of the antioxidant polyphenols in sparkling wine can help prevent deterioration of brain cells due to oxidative stress. Plus..."

I raised my hand in front of her face to make her shut up. "Okay, I get it Ms. Wikipedia; it's healthy. But I really don't want to get into this richie rich life style so can you just get me a can of coke. But if you want to spice it up again, you can put it in a champagne glass with one...two...no three small ice cubes and maybe add a lemon slice. Do you think the coke will taste good with a lemon slice?"

"Hayley," scolded my mother for the third time, pinching my leg.

"Oww," I complained, rubbing the leg. "Was that necessary?"

"Is your attitude necessary," retorted my mom with a frown. She was disappointed in me.

I looked down in shame. "Sorry mom," I muttered. I look back at the stewardess. "Just take back everything I said. I'll just get a can of coke."  

"As you wish," said the stewardess, giving me another creepy smile before going in the back of the jet. In less than ten seconds, she came back with my can of coke, a small napkin, and a green straw. "Anything else Ms. Williams."

"No thank you," I replied, opening the can of coke and taking a sip. I gave my green straw to my mom. She gave me a look but didn't say anything. I think she was glad that I decided to keep my mouth shut from the stewardess.  I mean who drinks soda with a straw? I took a sip of my coke before I looked back up the stewardess. She was still there.   "Um...that will be all."

"Okay then," she said. She then looked in her watch. "We are about to lane so please but on your seat beats."

I put my soda in the drink holder next to me before putting on my seat belt. My mother handed back the stewardess back the unfinished glass of wine before putting on her seat belt. The stewardess then walked to the back of the jet to do...whatever stewardess do in the back of jets when a plane lanes.  

I closed my eyes, so I could better feel the plane landing. It was the part my mom hated the most but I just thought it was soothing. Plus, I was looking to see if the pilot would mess up so I could complain later.

I felt a slight bump as we hit the ground but nothing else. Dang it, this guy was good.

I kept my eyes closed until the plane did a complete stop.

"Wake up honey," my mother whispered. "We've arrived."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. "We've arrived in the middle of nowhere, great."

"It's not nowhere," corrected my mother. "It's Franklin, Tennessee."

"Never heard of it," I said with a yawn. "So when will your beloved boyfriend going to pick us up and take us to our hotel. I am starving."

"About that-" began my mother.

"Katherine," called a strangely familiar voice.

"John," called my mother with a smile, taking off her seat belt.

John entered the jet wearing a designer Italian suit, Dior sunglasses, and impossibly shiny shoes. I yawned again.

"Honey," squealed my mother running up to him and giving him a big kiss on the lips.

I rolled my eyes as I took of my seat belt. "Save it for the bedroom, well you."

My mother blushed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Hayley, I warned you about that little attitude of yours."

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed getting up from my seat. "Can you blame me?" Oh crap. I shouldn't have said that. I sheepishly looked up my mother and saw her mouth in a straight line and tears in her eyes.

I groaned. "Mom, don't cry. It was a long time ago, I'm over it."

"But honey," protested my mother letting go of John. "If I wasn't so blind and foolish, I would have been able to-"

I shook my head. "I thought we agreed not to talk about it."

My mom pursed her lip, trying hard not to protest.  I really have to learn to keep my big mouth shut.

"So...um....how was the flight?" asked John quickly, trying to change the subject.

"It was amazing. I can't believe you ordered a private jet for us," gushed my mother, hugging him again.

"Actually I own this jet," corrected John. "And I'm glad that you had an amazing flight. You will love Franklin, the sights is amazing. I'm hoping we can go on a tour tomorrow morning...just the two of us. Do you mind?"

"It doesn't matter where you take me," my mother told him, looking up at him with a grin. "As long as I am with you, I will be fine."

"Oh my god," I groaned. I made the fake throw up sigh. "You guys are grosser than the last time I saw you two."

"Stop acting childish Hayles," complained my mother. "I haven't seen him for four months."

"And what a happy four months they were," I muttered. My mother glared at me. "What? I didn't sign you up for this stupid, long distance relationship. Maybe next time you can try the internet or something."

I expected my mother to scold me again, but she just sighed.

"Ignore her," she told John. "She is a bit grumpy because we had to wake up early this morning."

"Five o'clock in the freaking morning," I added.

"Well, you will be able to sleep when we reach the mansion," reminded John, grabbing my mother's hand.

"Mansion?" I repeated. "I thought we were going to stay in a hotel."

"Change of plans," said my mother quickly. "Plus, you won't be lonely if I go out. You can hang out with the kids."

"Oh joy," I said sarcastically. "Thank you for the freaking consideration." I grabbed my duffle bag and started walking out of the jet. "This is going to be the best vacation ever. Better than the tickets to a Jimmy Eat World concert that I was invited to go see today."

My mother just sighed as she was about to go grab her suitcase, but John stopped her. "I'll get it."

My mother blushed. I resisted the urge to make another fake throw up sign.

I shifted the duffle back on my hand. My mother turned to me and motioned with her finger to come closer. I sighed as I went closer to her.

"Yes," I exasperated.

"You better be on your best behavior missy," reprimanded my mother.

"Whatever," I murmured.

"I mean it," continued my mother. "I could have just let you stay with your grandparents, but I really want you to spend more time with John. He is really a good guy."

"Really?" I inquired. "That wasn't what the media was saying when his business took over that small one in Tokyo."

My mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath before talking again. "Look, I know this is weird after what happened 3 years..."

"I thought you said we were never going to talk about it again," I reminded, trying hard not to clench my teeth at the memory.

"I'm sorry," whispered my mother, giving me a hug. "But would you please give John a chance."

I sighed again as I thought about it. John was really a nice guy. He was really polite, sweet, and seemed to love my mom a lot. I didn't hate him...well maybe a little but I do love giving him a hard time.

"Fine," I finally answered as my mother let go of me. "Whatever makes you happy."

My mother smiled at me and gave me a small kiss on the forehead before turning back to John.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," answered my mother, lacing his fingers with hers. I almost threw up in my mouth.

"Are you ready Ms. Williams?" smirked John turning to me.

"Yes John," I answered, putting the duffle bag behind my back. "Oh wait...I should probably be formal so I can seem like I respect you when I really don't. My bad, Mr. Farro."

My mother gave me a look but I just shrugged at her as I headed out of the jet. She didn't say I had to start acting nice immediately.

I was almost out of the jet when I realized that my mom and Mr. Farro weren't behind me. I turned around and almost threw up in my mouth as I witnessed them making googly eyes at each other and whispering in each other ear.

Well...

This will probably be the most miserable summer I will ever have.

Huh...Franklin, Tennessee, here I come.

I bet you weren't expecting that. 

I'll upload Chapter 2 soon.  

 Who Would Have Thought

Outtake for Chapter 46 Part I

Story: Josh is giving Hayley some alone time for her to figure out her feelings and to get over the incident of 3 years ago.  However, they text and hang out a lot which kind of defeats the purpose so they don't care.

A little explanation about the outtake: We all know that Hayley had gotten a ring to propose to Josh on the second proposal. This is after she gets the ring.

Hayley P.O.V.

I exited the jewelers store with a huge smile on my face. I really hope that this works; if this didn't than I was completely screwed. Not only will the wedding with Josh be officially cancelled but there was a possibility that I could lose him forever.

The smile that was on my face immediately vanished; I couldn't believe how far this had escaladed.

Josh and I were barely talking...actually I was the only one who does all the talking anymore. Before he started staying over at Jeremy and Sarah's he would say good morning, ask about my day, make small talk and go to work. He would come back, make more small talk, eat dinner, we'll watch T.V. and he would sleep on the couch and I would sleep on the bed.

I didn't like that we had to sleep in separate rooms and was going to say something about it but Josh said he wanted to give me space to think things over. I actually was planning on talking to him the next day about it but that is when he started to be more distant with me. He doesn't even sleep in the same apartment with me...he sleeps in the guest room in Jeremy and Sarah's apartment.

I bit my lip at the thought. Wasn't Josh supposed to be fighting for me? Didn't he promise he wouldn't let me go without a fight? I bit my lip again. Did he think that I gave up on him and me? Did I make him so depressed that he just gave up?

I stopped walking and tried to take a deep breath. I had to stop thinking these things. Josh and I hadn't even officially called off the wedding yet...well; I don't think Josh knew that.

I sighed loudly as started walking again. Josh and I were going to be meeting at his apartment tonight. I had texted him today and told him that we needed to have a serious talk. He responded back immediately telling me that he would be there in the late evening because he was buried with work and probably won't be able to come over until midnight. I told him that it was alright and I would stay up with him. He promised me he would come home as soon as he can.

As I passed the local Starbucks, something caught my eyes-actually someone. I groaned. It was Jenna. I held back another groan. I have been seeing this chick everywhere. At Wal-Mart, the mall, even some bathroom at some restaurant I went with Sarah and Jeremy.

I was about to turn away when I noticed the unforgettable familiar figure walking to Jenna's table with two cups of coffee and a smile of his face.

What the crap was Josh doing having lunch with Jenna? I was not the type of girl to spy on my boyfriends...well I think he is still  my boyfriend activities, but I couldn't turn away. Josh knew I hated Jenna to the core, why is he having lunch with her when he told me he was buried with work. He could have used this time to come to the apartment to talk.

I stared into the glass trying to figure out what was going on. Josh had finally sat down and handed Jenna the cup of coffee. Jenna smiled and said something to him before taking a sip. Josh laughed before taking a sip of his. I raised my eyebrows. Since when was Jenna and Josh start getting friendly?

Jenna then said something and Josh laughed again, but this time harder than before. He put his coffee down, still laughing. I glared at Jenna. Josh hadn't laughed since the day of the accident. I didn't like the fact that she got him to laugh twice in less than twenty seconds.

Jenna put her coffee down and talked again but this time more solemnly. I could see Josh's grin fade. Jenna subtly put her hand up and rested it on Josh's. He didn't move it. Jenna then leaned her head forward and continued to talk. Josh was now staring at his coffee as if in another world. As Jenna continued to talk, Josh hands laced with Jenna's, holding it tightly.

I had enough.  I thought about busting into the place, beating Jenna up and then dragging Josh away, but decided against it. He could do whatever he wanted. He was over me.

The thought crushed me completely as it finally sunk in. I waited too long. Josh probably doesn't want me anymore.

I looked down and despair, shame, and  hopelessness spread through me. I could feel the tears coming from my eyes. I lost Josh...forever.

I turned away from the Starbucks and ran away from the café place, ran away from the one I loved, I ran away from the only person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

Reason for Deletion: They already had too many misunderstanding. It decided to give them a break.

All the outtakes are done. Going to post the first chapter to my new fanfic in a couple of days.

I'll upload more soon.

Who Would Have Thought

Outtake for Chapter 12(Who Would Have Thought Outtakes 2)

Story: Zac and Josh rescue Hayley from the girl slumber party where she was held hostage. Before she was rescued, Hayley admitted her best kiss was in the back of someone's car...the accidental kiss she had with Josh that was a secret. The girls spilled that out and Josh freaked out for a second before Hayley lied saying it was with Zac. Josh is upset with his reaction about it and is questioning whether or not to believe Hayley's statement

Warning: This is an early chapter therefore it wasn't written in the way I write now. Enjoy!!!!

Josh P.O.V.

Zac, Hayley, and I stayed an additional hour at the slumber party. The girls cooked us breakfast and joked around with us, but my mind wasn't in it. Hayley refused to look me the eyes and I was not surprised. Her deep, dark secret was now known to five people. I still can't believe that she said that. She told me that she had no feelings for me, that the kiss meant nothing to her, that it was an accident. But now, just staring at her I couldn't believe that I bought it. I mean, she freaking kissed me back.

            We were walking to my car. Zac became his annoying self and  now he and Hayley were walking hand to hand to the car, Zac grinning and me silently fuming. Did he always have to hold her hand?

            "In the back of a car," he grinned. "I don't remember that."

            "It...it was a long time ago," I heard Hayley answer.

            "Apparently, not long enough since you still remember," joked Zac. "Are you sure it wasn't a dream. I don't remember a time we made out-"

            "Zac," she scolded. "Josh is here."

            "Like he doesn't already know," he snickered. I resisted the urge to ball my hands into a fist.

            "I didn't wake up at nine in the morning to deal with your ego," I snapped getting my car keys from my pocket.

            "Someone's a pick cranky in the morning," sing-song Zac. I slammed the passenger door open.

            "Get in and shut up," I snapped again.

            "Hey, don't get-" began Zac.

            "My car, my rules," I growled.

            "What's up with you?" questioned Zac. Before I could answer, Zac's phone rang. He glanced at it. "It's mom," he announced. He picked it up. "Hey mom...what?...oh I just left to pick up Hayley." Zac headed back towards Bekah's house, still talking to mom.

 I turned to Hayley who was glaring at me.

            "What is wrong with you. Why are you being so mean to Zac?" I didn't mean to make her mad. I was just so angry with Zac that I didn't even consider Hayley's feelings.

            "Sorry," I apologized.

            "Sorry," she exclaimed. "Sorry? You think that word is going to fix everything. What is up with you?" Did she honestly not know what was going on with me? Wasn't it obvious to her?

            "None of your damn business," I answered.

            "Hey," Hayley warned, looking me up and down. "Don't talk like that to me."

            "I can do whatever I want," I argued

            "Not with me here," she shouted.

            "Please, you don't have that power," I lied. Of course she did, she had it ever since the incident.

            "Just because you're in a pissy mood doesn't mean you can take it out on me or Zac," she told me. She was glaring at me. I didn't mean to get her angrier, but her and Zac...together...I hated it.

            "Can you guess why I'm in a pissy mood Hayley?" I asked. "Can you guess? Do you even give a damn?

            "Of course I give a damn" she answered. "You're my friend."

            "Yeah," I said. "Well friends don't lie to their friends about their feelings."

            "What are you..." she stopped. I guess she finally realized why I was so mad. "I was just kidding Josh. I hadn't meant it," she said softly.

            "You said that before," I murmured.

            "I thought they were asking about-" I put up my hand.

            "Enough," I interjected. "I've had enough with your lies."

Hayley seemed hurt.   "They were asking...they were asking about my worst kissing experience," she stammered. "I didn't...I didn't want to hurt you so I told you guys that it was the best kiss and..."

            "What a great way to boost my ego," I said sarcastically. "Do you honestly think that I'm a bad kisser?"

            "We are not having this conversation," stated Hayley looking away. "I refuse."

            "Fine," I said. "Then will." I turned Hayley towards me and crashed her lips to mine.

            Hayley's P.O.V.

            Oh god, I can't believe I almost forgot the feeling, the feeling of Josh's luscious lips on mine. It was almost how I remembered it, only better. Josh grabbed my waist and softly pushed me to his car, kissing me deeper.

            "Hayley," he whispered on my lips.

            "Josh," I whispered back. He kissed me again and this time I felt his tongue touch mine. I always thought that French kissing would be disgusting and couldn't understand how couples could stand to do it; the thought use to make me shudder. But now, experiencing with Josh gave me so much pleasure that my knees felt weak and I lost balanced and fell.

            "Hayley," he cried. "Hayley, are you okay?"

            "I'm fine," I answered, embarrassing. "I just lost my balanced."

            "How did you lose your balance?" Josh asked. "You were leaning on the car." 

            I looked down before I answered, speaking softly. "This now replaces the best kiss I have ever experienced."

Josh grinned. "Would you like an encore?"  His face was now only inches away, I closed the gap.

Zac P.O.V.

"Okay mom...I got it...bye," I said quickly as I closed my cell phone. My mom was being over-bearing again and as much as I appreciate it sometimes, it could get out of hand like now. She was so upset that I left without telling her that she was grounding me for the rest of the weekend and could only see Hayley in the afternoons. What a party pooper. I made my way back to Josh's car; I wonder if he calmed down yet. 

When I reached the car, I couldn't find Hayley or Josh anywhere. I sighed. I hope he didn't take her take his anger out on her; he looked like he wanted to kill me.

"Zac," called Hayley. She and Josh were running back to me, both out of breath and flushing bright red.

"Where were you? I thought Josh murdered you?"

"He would never do that," said Hayley with a smile. Josh grinned. Was I missing something?

"Ready to go?" asked Josh jiggling the car keys.

"Shot-gun," yelled Hayley running to the passenger seat. Josh shook his head.

"What's up with you guys?" I asked curiously. "You're acting like....children or something." Josh face suddenly turned grim.

"You'll find out later," he answered coolly and made his way to his car.

Reason for Deletion: I felt like they were moving too fast, so I took it out.

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Outtake for Chapter 13

Summary: Takes place after the slumber party incident. The outtake I had posted above hadn't happened. Josh is conflicted with his feelings for Hayley and when he he find his girlfriend, Tabitha, in his room, he starts to make out with her trying to push his feelings away. Things start to get hot and heavy, and when articles of clothing start to come off, Hayley and Zac open the door and spot them. Josh is surprised and Hayley is horrified.

Hayley P.O.V.

I ran down the stairs, too upset to even look at him. I ran outside and looked around for any way that I could get out of here.

"Hayley," called Zac running after me. "Hayley, where are you going?" I didn't answer him. Tears were falling from my eyes and I couldn't stop them. What was wrong with me? So what, Josh was kissing Tabby? So what, they were half-naked? So what, that if we didn't come earlier it could have gone further. So what...?

"Hayley?" called Zac softly finally reaching me. He hugged me tightly. "What's wrong?" I was shaking terribly.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"Does this have anything to do with Josh...Tabby...last August?"

"Au...August," I stammered. "They...they...they triggered something a memory to me about the divorce. I'm sorry." It was a lie. I just didn't want Zac to worry about me. He would not let go seeing me cry, and knowing that I cried while watching Tabby and Josh...god, I can't think about it. I felt another tear escape.

"Hayley," shouted Josh running down the stairs with his shirt askew and rushing on  putting on his belt. "Hayley, wait."

"Get away from me," I shouted. "Get away from me Joshua." Josh stopped on his tracks.

"Hayley?" he said softly. I broke down. My heart ached so much that I thought it would burst. I felt Josh hug me. "Hayley, calm down. Please, it's okay." I wrapped my arms around Josh and put my head on his shoulder. What was wrong with me?

Josh P.O.V.

Hayley calm down automatically to my touch. I glanced at Zac who had a worried look. "Hayley, calm down. Please, it's okay." She wrapped her warms around me and put her head in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. I stroked her hair.

"It's okay," I murmured. "Just stop crying." She hugged me tighter, like she didn't want to let me go. I glanced back at Zac who was pouting. I guess he wanted to be the one to comfort Hayley.

"Josh," called Tabitha, walking to the yard. Hayley stiffen and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, she would cry again.

"I'll call you later," I told Tabby quickly. Tabby narrowed her eyes. She looked from Hayley to me, but didn't say anything for a whole minute.

"Fine," she muttered.  Hayley squeezed me tighter; I could feel the lack of oxygen but didn't say anything. Hayley was the one who need my full attention. Once Tabby drove away, she relaxed a little.

"I must be nuts," I heard her murmur.

"And why is that?" I asked. Hayley didn't answer, but just hugged me tighter.

"Um...Zac," I started. Zac stood up straight, ready for duty. "Get Hayley a bottle of water and some Advil."

"Advil?" Zac questioned.

"She'll probably get a headache later," I explained. Zac nodded in agreement as he headed inside.

"Hayley?" I asked softly. "Do you want to go inside?" She shook her head no.

"I want...I want to stay here for a while if that's okay."

"Okay," I agreed. "Whatever you want." Holding her felt so right, like I belonged there. I know that hugs and kisses from Tabby was nothing compared to this. I looked down at Hayley was sniffling a little bit. She was such a strong person, what in the world could have make her break down?

"Hayley?" I asked softly. "Are you okay?"

"No," she answered truthfully.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I could do to help? Would you like me to beat someone up?" She laughed at that.

"I don't think you can beat this person up."

"So, you're crying because of a person," I mused looking down at her.

(Added an ending to this outtake since it was incomplete. Here it is...)

Hayley glared up at me.  "Just shut up and continue to hug me."

"With pleasure," I told her as I held her in my arms tighter.

Zac came back with the bottle of water and Advil and Hayley took it gratefully. However, when she was done she made her way back into my arms, almost suffocating me.

I laughed.

"Gosh Hayles," Zac muttered, looking down on the ground. "You sure do know how to make your boyfriend feel appreciated."

Hayley bit her lip as she looked down, looking a bit ashamed.

"Come on Zac," I told him, giving him a hard look. "How can you make her feel bad when she's already down? What kind of boyfriend are you?"

Zac glared at me.

"It's okay," Hayley said as she unwrapped her arms around me, avoiding eye contact. "He is kind of right. I guess because you have the elder brother thing going on, I went to you. Sorry about that."

Zac's eyes lighten up when Hayley held his hand and I resisted the urge to turn my hands into fists.

I pushed my uneasiness aside as I watched Zac usher Hayley back to the house. And I also pushed away my emptiness when Hayley's hand unwrapped her arms around me.

Gosh, what the heck is wrong with me?

Reason for Deletion: Same as the one above. They were moving a little bit too fast.

Who Would Have Thought

Note: I'm doing this a day early. I was planning on posting it after a week since my last chapter but then I was bored so I decided to post them now. I'm not sure what to think of this outtake. This is when I first starting writing fanfic so I apologize in advance if their are any spelling/grammer mistakes, or it seems stupid. I was just a novice then.

Enjoy!!!!!

Outtake for Somewhere between Chapter 10 & Chapter 11

Summary: Josh and Hayley had never really talked. Josh is dating a girl name Tabby and Hayley is dating Josh's little brother, Zac. But, on the day of Zac's and Hayley first anniversary, they actually communicated with more than just head nods which makes Hayley happy. Also, they share a writer's class this year which brings them closer together and become friends. 

However, Zac is upset with Josh because he played a joke on him and so in revenge he get's Josh splattered with ballons filled with paint. Half the school gets involve and they all get in trouble but luckily no suspension.

Tabby is rich so she invites Josh, Hayley and Zac to go to this spa/bath place to clean up. During the ride Josh and Hayley have their first kiss...by accident when Tabby did a sharp turn while driving making Josh's lips landing on Hayley's. Luckily, Zac and Tabby don't know about it.  Josh, confused and blinded with these new feelings makes his way to Hayley and was about to kiss her(on purpose this time) when the ride is over and he is pulled away to the spa.

In this part of the story, they have not yet confronted each other about it yet.

Zac P.O.V.

For the rest of the afternoon and some of the evening, I was hanging out I Jacuzzi with Josh and Tabby. Hayley didn't want to join and just took a shower and watched us play around. I felt so guilty that I was enjoying this without her and begged her many times to come and hang out, but she refused. I finally got out and had my arms around her watching Tabby whisper something to Josh's ears. He blushed.

"Cute couple," I commented.

"I guess," she mused, not looking at me. She had been quiet since the paintball fight in the school parking lot, I hope she still wasn't upset.

"What's up, you've been weird all afternoon?"

"Nothing important," she said with a sigh.

"It must be since you're usually a chatterbox." I put my hands on the sides of her mouth and turned her frown to a smile.

She giggled."Don't worry, I'm okay." I looked at her for a minute to see if she was telling the truth. She was. Tabby was now laughing at something Josh had said and now they were splashing water at each other. Hayley turned around. "I just remember...I think I left something in the Tabby's car. I'll be right back."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No," she replied quickly. "It will only be a sec." I was expecting a peck in the cheek before she left, but she just got up and went out of the room. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"Hey guys," I said, walking to the Jacuzzi. "You know what's up with Hayley?"

"What do you mean?" inquired Tabby. "She seems fine."

"She's faking," I stated. I turned to Josh who was examining his nails. "Do you know what's up?"

"No clue," he said quickly.

"Maybe she's tired of you," suggested Tabby. I glared at her.

Josh jumped out of the Jacuzzi. "I'm going to shower; I'll be back in a few." He half ran-half walked to the guy locker room.

"Look what you did?" sulked Tabby. "You made him go away." I looked at the direction that Hayley had went and then Josh's direction.

"Do you think something is going on between them?"

Tabby rolled her eyes. "What do you think?" She flipped her hair though it was still wet. "You think they are having an affair behind our backs." I shook my head.

"Why do you always have to be sarcastic?"

"You're worrying about nothing Zac." She grabbed a towel that was near the edge of the Jacuzzi before pulling herself up. "We might as well start getting ready. Its pass 7'O'Clock and you can't avoid your dad forever." 

"Dad," I groaned. I had forgotten all about the paintball fight. All the paint that was on us had been removed. I thought that it would take days for all of it to be gone but apparently the water had some special formula that took it off. I nicknamed it 'holy water.' Tabby covered herself in the towel and headed to the girl's locker room leaving me alone in the room. I sighed. I hated it when Hayley wouldn't talk to me about something. The only time she had done that was on the finalization of her parent's divorce. She wouldn't talk to anyone for days and stayed in isolation for almost a week. If it wasn't for my persistence she would have stayed there forever. I straightened my new button down shirt and blazer as I headed outside to the parking lot

The sun had already set and I spotted Hayley in the distance standing near Tabby's car with the door wide open. I sneaked up behind her.

"Hey," I shouted. Hayley jumped and turned around.

"Don't do that."

"I was just playing around."

Hayley groaned. "I know what you're going to ask. I'm fine."

"No you're not," I protested. "Look me in the eye and tell me everything is alright." Hayley furrowed her eyebrows.

"I just need some time to think, alright," she finally admitted.

"About?" I urged.

"Us," she answered.

Hayley P.O.V.

Zac nearly shattered on the spot. "Kidding, I'm just kidding," I said quickly. Zac put his hand on his chest. I didn't mean to tell him the truth, it had just spilled out. I had been thinking about our relationship. I loved Zac...well I think I do...oh god. I can't be doubting him, he's my boyfriend. But my kiss with Josh...I snuck a peek at him. He and Tabby were walking silently hand by hand. I looked down. Josh and I had to talk about what happened. I thought pretending that it didn't happen would have made everything back to normal but it wasn't.

 "Don't scare me like that; you almost gave me a heart attack," said Zac out of breath

"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't...I didn't mean too."

            "You guys ready to go?" asked Tabby. She had a credit card in her hands and Josh was with her...holding her other hand. I started to feel a bit agitated. "We are taking a cab home since the car is a wreck so come on." I grabbed Zac's hand and he barely had a grip on it. I guess he was in a bit of a shock with what I had said. We began walking to the bus stop...

~The End~

Note: I added an ending to this because where I left of the was incomplete so I decided to fix it. So here you go.

 ...and after long while of silence, Zac began to talk again, getting more animated with each word. I smiled at him, happy that he was getting back to normal.

            However, I kept on having the feeling that I was being watched. Feeling a bit paranoid, I looked behind me and saw Josh staring at me, his brown eyes staring straight into mine. We both looked down at the same time, a blush staining on both of our cheeks.

            Zac still hadn't notice as he continued to talk about killer teddy bears or something like that. When I turned back to look at Josh, he had started to stare at me again, but when I caught him, he looked back on the ground, looking coy.

            I bit my lip to keep from giggling.

            This time, when I looked back up Josh stayed in eye contact with me, staring at me in a strange intense way that made me blush. I stared back, not knowing what to say, do, or act.

            Josh then suddenly jumped as he turned behind him, looking a bit startled. Tabby was glaring at him, giving him a hard stare. She then turned to me, scowling.

            "Stay away from my man," she mouthed.

            Better said then done.

Reason for deletion: In the story, I made Josh and Hayley confront each other about the kiss so this chapter was no longer needed.

Also, as I stated above, the original was incomplete. Now reading it now, I wondered why I couldn't think of this ending before. Oh well.

There's still more to come... a bunch more.

Who Would Have Thought

10 years later

Hayley P.O.V.

I sighed in contentment as I snuggled closer to Josh's body before kissing his chin, watching as the fireworks explode in the night sky. It was the fourth of July and the night was almost ending.

I watched as the triplets, Caleb, Scarlett, and Mia, ran around the back yard carrying sparklers, twirling around the night sky. I had been a bit hesitant about letting them play with it since they are only eight years old, however, Josh had been distracting me by giving me small kisses and whispering random things in my ear.

I bit my lip when I witnessed Scarlett try to touch Caleb with the sparklers. I wiggled a bit in Josh's arms, trying to escape, but instead of letting me go, he wrapped his strong arms tighter around me, kissing below my ear.

"Just relax hon," he whispered, hugging me to his chest. "She was just teasing. Plus, shouldn't you be more worried about Charlie and Matthew? They're re much younger than the triplets."

"There sparklers keep on disintegrated because they like pouring water over it and stomping them on the ground. I'm more worried with Scarlett than anyone else. Ever since she figured out they can be dangerous, she has been trying to hurt people with it."

Josh didn't say anything as he thought about it for a second, tracing his fingers on my palm. I watched as he cleared his throat and knew what was coming up next.  "Scarlett," he yelled loudly, making her turn around. "Touch anyone with that sparkler and I will take away your Jonas Brother's CD for the day."

Scarlett's eyes widen in fear before her mouth turned into a pout, clearly annoyed. She quickly spun around and started stomping to the area where Charlie and Matthew were and put her sparkler on the ground, before stomping it furiously on the ground.

Josh chuckled in my ear. "Works every time."

I shook my head, as I rested my head on Josh's chest, feeling a bit better about the situation. "You are so mean."

"Parenting isn't ever easy."

"You just wanted an excuse to take away her Jonas Brother's CD."

"She plays it all the time," Josh admitted sheepishly. "I've got nothing against the band, but hearing it 24/7 is kind of bothersome."

This time, I let out a chuckle as I kissed his cheek. His innocent expression was so cute.

Josh and I had been happily married for ten years. Sure, we had some fights here and there. And once, I threw an apple at him in frustration and it hit his crotch which made him fall on the floor and complain for the rest of the day, but for the most part we had a very beautiful marriage.

 The triplets, Caleb, Scarlett, and Mia were born two years after my marriage with Josh. We had been trying after a couple of months after the wedding but it took a while until I was pregnant. At one time,  we were close to considering adoption, but Josh wanted to keep trying... actually, it was all he wanted to do...go figure. Anyway, after I was announced pregnant, we were pretty excited; we were finally going to start the family we have always talked about and have a kid; it was a dream come true. However, when Josh and I went to the doctor for the first sonogram, the doctor told us we were not have one child. Josh and I laughed, thinking we were having twins, but the doctor quickly corrected our thinking. Three children, triplets...who would have thought?

The whole family was excited about the triplets and prepared us for parenthood. You have no idea how many toddlers Josh and I had babysat and changed diapers. By the time, the triplets were born we were pros. 

It was a pretty difficult pregnancy and at times I wasn't even sure I would make it. In spite of this, Josh filled me with hope and love which made everything so much better. When I went into labor, it was actually pretty easy compared to when I had Charlie, three years later, or Matthew, a year after Charlie. 

After Charlie, however, I didn't want any more children. Five seemed like a perfect number to stop at and being pregnant isn't the most easiest task. I actually had to convince Josh since he was still considering more children, but after a little debate and lots of kissing and caressing, Josh finally agreed.

All the kids had Josh's brown hair except Scarlett who was a blonde and Matthew who was a red head. However, Scarlett, Caleb, and Charlie all had my bright green eyes, while Mia had Josh's big brown ones, and Matthew had a deep blue eyes that must have came from my mother's side of the family.

I looked out in the yard and watched all five kids start running around in circles, abandoning the sparklers for a while, playing tag.

"Beautiful, isn't it," he whispered, looking at them.

I nodded my head before burying it in his chest, sighing deeply.

Even after 10 years of being married to Josh, I'm still am passionately in love with him...maybe even more. His voice always makes my heart flutter, his smile automatically brings one to my lips, his touch drives every cell in my body crazy. It only takes him one simple movement or phrase and I am putty in his hands. If you add the puppy dog face in the miss then I'll be completely screwed. He is still has irresistible since the first day we got together. Josh says the same thing about me.

I felt his chin rest on top of my head, sighing deeply as he hugged me closer to his body for more warmth. 

I don't know how many times I have told him that I can't imagine my life without him in it. Every time he goes to a business trip for his job at Fuel By Ramen, we both become anxious and edgy until we can see each other once again. It drives Jenna off the wall, but it just reassures me that his feelings will never change no matter how far apart we are.

Jenna...

I am so happy that the name doesn't bother me as much as it use to.

After the two and a half week honeymoon Josh and I had after we got married, Josh went back to work; forgetting about the accident that almost ripped up apart. When he opened the door to his office, he found Jenna in his office, looking solemn. He was about to walk away when she ran up to him and apologized for all the bad things she had said and thought about me and Josh and I relationship. She admitted she was jealous and selfish and only thought of her feelings, not considering mine...or even his.

Josh was hesitant to accept but after a couple of days of thinking about it, he did. They aren't friends, but they aren't enemies either. Josh said they just have a simple relationship...co workers... and I was glad for that.

"I love you," I whispered, looking up at him

Josh looked down at me with a smile. He was use to me stating my love for him for no reason at all. He does it all the time himself.

"I love you too Hayles," he replied back before lightly pressing his lips to mine. I didn't want him to be gentle though. I ran my hands through his hair before kissing him deeper making Josh groan.

"Ewww..."I heard Caleb protest.  Josh and I quickly let each other ago, me blushing madly for being so forward while Josh chuckled, intertwining our fingers together.  I looked up and saw Caleb staring at us with a disgusted expression.

"Don't worry kiddo," Josh said with a smirk. "In a couple of years, it won't bother you that much. It might even become your favorite sport."

I hit Josh on the chest as he laughed.  But Caleb shook his head furiously, scowling. "It looks yucky. I don't think I will ever like doing that. Plus, isn't that stuff you are suppose to do in the bedroom or something."

Josh narrowed his eyes as he stared at Caleb, a look of disapproval on his face. "And where may I ask did you develop that catch phrase from? You're only eight."

"Uncle Jeremy," replied Caleb with a grin. "He's been teaching me lots of stuff."

I didn't think it was possible but Josh's eyes narrowed a bit more. "Like what?"

"Um..." started Caleb, putting his hand on his chin as he thought about it. "Stuff you teach me, but the unedited version...well at least that's what Uncle Jeremy says."

"You got to be kidding me," Josh muttered, closing his eyes.

"Nope," replied Caleb, popping the P. "Isn't it great?"

"No, it's sh-"

"I think you should go back and play," I quickly interjected, hitting Josh once more on the chest.

Caleb just shrugged as he headed back to the kids, completely forgetting about the conversation.

I turned back to Josh, my hands on my hips has I looked him up and down. He knew damn well not to utter one cuss word in front of the kids.  

"I'm going to kill Jeremy," Josh muttered, shaking his head. "Why the hell did he teach Caleb that?

"That's because I am the cool uncle that all the kids love," a voice said behind us. Josh and I jumped before turning around, where Jeremy was standing with his wife, Sarah, and his only son Daniel who was already running up to the kids. "How's it going newlyweds?" he asked, before squeezing himself between Josh and I.

"We've been married for ten years," reminded Josh, trying to push Jeremy away. "I don't think we can be called newlyweds anymore."

"I bet it feels like that in the bedroom," snickered Jeremy, hitting Josh in the chest. Josh gave him a murderous glare. "Oh come on, you can't keep all that happiness by yourself. You've got to share the wealth."

"I hate you," muttered Josh, still trying to push Jeremy away.

"I just bring out your inner manliness," Jeremy stated, resting his head on the lawn chair, accidently pushing me to the end of the seat. "You can be such a wuss sometimes."

Josh growled, shaking his head yet again.

I rolled my eyes at the two before getting up and standing next to Sarah who was watching the kids play around the yard.

 "I'm so sorry for my husband's idiotic behavior," she started, laughing a bit. "He's just in a good mood because we just came from his favorite BBQ place this afternoon."

"Well, everybody loves BBQ," I agreed, folding my arms across my chest. "It's like the best food since-" I

"DANIEL!!!!" I heard Scarlett yell, running towards him with arms opened wide.

Oh no.

"DANIEL," she yelled again, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her face against his chest. "You're back, you're back, you're back."

I watched Daniel's smile change into a grimace as he patted Scarlett on the head, trying to gently push her away. "How's it going kiddo?" he asked her.

"Great," replied Scarlett, looking up at him with eyes opened wide. "...now that you are here."

Damn.

I turned to the direction to where Jeremy and Josh were sitting, and noted that Josh was already gone. I looked back at the yard and watched as Josh stormed towards Daniel and Scarlett, looking pissed off.

Please don't explode. Please don't explode. Please don't explode...

"Hands off of my little girl," Josh exclaimed pushing Daniel and Scarlett away from each other.

"With pleasure," I heard Daniel mutter loudly, rubbing his stomach.

"What?!" Josh exclaimed, turning towards Daniel, glaring down at him. "Is my little girl not good enough for you?"

"Josh," I called, quickly running to the yard, getting in front of him and Daniel. "Please calm down babe, your overreacting."

"Overreacting," he repeated, looking down at me. "He freaking molested her."

"I think it was the other way around," Daniel muttered again.

"Are you kidding me?" exclaimed Josh, turning back to Daniel. "Are you calling my daughter a molester?"

"This is getting ridiculous," I yelled, pushing Josh away from Daniel. "He's twelve years old for crying out loud."

"Less than one year before he becomes a hormonal teenager," explained Josh, glaring at Daniel.  "He is not getting near my baby, I swear to it."

"But I love him," exclaimed Scarlett, stomping her foot. "We plan to get married the day I turn 18 and have a bunch of babies and live a dream home in Malibu. We have it all planned out."

"Oh god," groaned Josh, putting his hand on his chest. "I think I'm going to get a heart attack."

"Better believe it daddy," continued Scarlett, glaring at him. "Daniel is going to be your new son-in-law weather you like it or not."

"Son-in-law," Josh repeated in disbelief. "Are you trying to kill me sweetheart? You are only 8 years old. What do you know about marriage?"

"Well..." started Scarlett, tapping her chin. "I guess Daniel and I will figure it out when we elope on my 18^th birthday."

"18^th birthday," mused Josh, looking down at Scarlett. "We'll see about that."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Scarlett, stomping her foot again. "You're not going to ground me, are you?"

I rolled my eyes at the two as I turned to where Daniel had disappeared too. He was sitting on the lawn chair with Caleb, laughing at something he said.

Mia was still running around the yard with the sparkler, spinning around .Daniel's eyes wondered of to her and his eyes shined in amusement.

Mia was still twirling around when her sparkler dropped on the ground. Her shoulders slump in disappointment.

In no time Daniel was behind her, a new sparkler at hand.

He could be such a gentleman sometime. I honestly don't mind if he becomes an in law.

Mia smiled at him and took the sparkler from his hands, looking excited. She then grabbed Daniel's free hand and started dragging him around the yard, making him laugh.

I had a feeling that something interesting would happen to them in the future. However...if Josh or Scarlett found out...

I turned back to him and Scarlett and noted they were still bickering, this time about bed time.

They can be so oblivious sometimes.

I looked around for Caleb and found him sitting on the lawn chair with Sarah, giving her his heart breaking smile. Caleb had a small crush on Sarah and was working on a plot to try to get her to fall out of love with Jeremy, and in love with him. It was going unsuccessful so far.

"P-A-R-T-Y!!!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

Josh and Scarlett abruptly stopped arguing and turned to the direction to where it was coming from. Taylor and his pregnant wife Madison, were standing there with Taylor was holding his three year old son, Jayden, who was sucking his thumb and looking around the yard like he doesn't want to be here. Faith, his eldest daughter, who was only a one year younger than Scarlett was running towards the yard, a sparkler already in her hand.

Zac came up behind him, holding his little 5 month year old girl, Joy, making funny faces and baby sounds to her. Blake and Jackson, he and Emily's two eldest sons were right behind him, running towards Daniel and Mia, probably wanting to play with the sparklers. Emily was right behind him, taking a seat to where Madison and Sarah were now sitting.

I grabbed Josh and pulled him away from Scarlett, who were now arguing about the best band of year, and dragged him to the table that everybody was sitting at.

We almost reached the table when the gate to the yard opened, and a thin blonde headed girl appeared in the distance, waving her hands frantically.

Josh looked confused right now, but then realization came upon his feet.

"Oh crap," Josh muttered. "I forgot I invited her."

"Is she an old girlfriend," laughed Jeremy, getting up from his seat. "You go dog."

The slender, blond headed girl started walking towards us, a huge grin on her face. She seemed preppy and had a jump to her step. She looked around her early 20's.

I tilted my head to the side. "Who is she?" I asked, looking up at Josh. "I don't think I have ever seen her in Franklin before."

Josh was about to answer, but before he could, the peppy blonde girl finally reached us.

"Hi ya'll," she greeted.

Josh nodded his head, giving her a polite smile. "Glad you could make it. I wanted to introduce you to my family and some of the people of FBR before you start working on Monday. I hope you didn't mind the last minute invitation."

"Don't worry," said the girl, shaking her head. "I'm new to this town anyway. It's not like I have anything better to do."

"You sure you're not an ex-girlfriend of Josh," commented Jeremy, glancing at Josh.  "I know he has a thing for blondes."

Josh glared at him as the girl laughed.

"You must be the infamous Jeremy I have heard a lot about," stated the girl, turning around to face Jeremy. "It's nice to meet you," she said, putting her hand up for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you-"Jeremy trailed off as he looked up at the blonde woman and just froze. His mouth gaped open as he stared at her, his eyes wide.

Josh and I glanced at each other quickly, hoping to god that the look on Jeremy's face wasn't the one that we had in mind.

Josh gently pushed Jeremy away, trying to break the awkward silence with a laugh. "Come on Jeremy. I told you her name before. Her name is Lee...Jesse Lee, the new member of Fuel by Ramen, remember?"

"Uh..." Jeremy stuttered, still staring at Jesse Lee.

I turned to Jesse Lee and saw that she was staring at Jeremy too, blushing madly.

Well...

Crap.

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IMPORTANT INFO ABOUT FUTURE FANFICS (AND POSSIBLE OUTAKES):

Well...I guess you guys already figured I'm making a sequel. Since I started the wedding chapter, I had been debating whether or not to have a sequel and almost didn't make it, however, when I thought about adding a little bit more drama I thought why not. I'm actually pretty excited about the next series. I already have the banner and chapter one is almost done. That's why I didn't put the word epilogue on the title since I just opened up a new can of problems instead of just concluding the story.

 In addition to that, I also have outtakes from the story Who Would Have Thought. I save all of my work and I do me ALL. Originally, I had planned those parts to be in the story, but they didn't work out and in the end I had a couple of pages of 'could have been' and 'should have been.' I was thinking about posting them but I want to hear your opinion about it too.

Also, after all that, I want to do a Q &A. I know I am super late with that, but I really wanted to finish Who Would Have Thought before I considered posting anything else. In the Q & A I also plan to reveal a fanfic I plan to upload very soon. I'm super excited about it and think you guys are going to love it too. In the Q & A I'll reveal the banner and a couple of days after that, I will post the first chapter and if you guys like it, I'll continue it, if not then I will just focus on the sequel for Who Would Have Thought instead of working on two fanfics at the same time.

So here's the first step...

Do you want me to post the outtakes to Who Would Have Thought or not?

Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

            The wedding ceremony went by in a blur. The bridesmaids and grooms men walking down the aisle, my parents smiling at me before taking their seats in the front, Hayley's mom giving me an encouraging hug, Jeremy giving me the thumbs up sign....

            The only image that managed to stick in my head through the whole thing was Hayley walking down the aisle. I don't think it will be something I can ever truly forget.

            My heart was beating so furiously at the time, I was afraid that I was going to pass out before I could even see her. However, when the music changed the wedding march, all my nervousness, all my fears, all those emotions changed to one pure powerful emotion that almost knocked me out of my feet.

Love.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Hayley's once she started walking down the aisle with her father. She looked so beautiful, so pure, so....so happy.

I knew a goofy grin was forming in my face, but I didn't care. It was our wedding day. I could look how stupid as I wanted.

Once Hayley finally reached me, it took all my will power not to just grab her from her father and just take her away. She just looked so...so awesome that it was hard to resist. When her father finally handed me Hayley's hand, a warm feeling went through me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I don't care. All that matter was just Hayley and me.

"Hey," I whispered in her ear. I could see her shiver, but I knew that it wasn't because of how cool the church was.

            Hey," she whispered back, grinning at me.

We turned to the priest as he began his speech, but my eyes only rested on Hayley's and hers on mine. I don't even recall anything the priest said. I just remembered him using the word happiness, love, and family a lot. I didn't really pay attention to anything the priest said until he started the vows.

"Joshua Neil Farro," began the priest, making me temporarily lose focus with Hayley. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in the Holy Estate of Matrimony; to love, honor, comfort her and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I told the priest, looking straight into Hayley's eyes, who was now blushing madly.

"And Hayley Nichole Williams," began the priest, turning towards her. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in the Holy Estate of Matrimony; to love, honor, comfort him and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Hayley stated, looking straight into my eyes, this time making me blush.

"May I have the rings please," commanded the priest, looking towards the ring bearer, Daniel. He got out of his seat, and slowly walked to Hayley and I, grinning his million dollar smile. He stopped in front of the priest and offered him the soft, white, frilly, pillow that held both of our wedding rings.

The priest motioned for me to get the ring and put it on Hayley's finger. With shaking hands I reached for it and slowly put it on herring finger with Hayley grinning from ear to ear. Her engagement ring that I had given her months ago was in the form of a necklace around her neck, along with the crystal key necklace she never takes off. It was a beautiful combination. I also turned my wedding band into a necklace and it was shining brightly alongside my sui

  "Now repeat after me," the priest started, when the wedding ring was finally secured on Hayley's finger.  ""With this ring..."

"With this ring..."

"I thee wed..."

"I thee wed..."

"In love and truth..."

"In love and truth..."

"And with all my worldly goods I thee endow."

"And with all my world goods I thee endow."

The priest nodded his head in approval before turning to Hayley, motioning for her to do the same thing. Her hands were shakier than mine as she slipped the ring on my finger and I resisted the urge to chuckle.

"Now repeat after me," started the priest again. "With this ring..."

"With this ring..."

"I thee wed..."

"I thee wed..."

"In love and truth..."

"In love and truth..."

"And with all my worldly goods I thee endow."

"And with all my world goods I thee endow," I finished, grinning foolishly. Hayley couldn't help but do the same.

The priest turned away from us and faced to the audience who all also had bright smiles on their faces. "Because Joshua Neil Farro and Hayley Nichole Williams  have this day consented together in Holy Wedlock and have given and pledged their troth each to the other in the presence of this company, by virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Tennessee, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The whole room clapped and I couldn't hold in my happiness any longer.

I caught Hayley by surprised as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me, kissing her with as much passion as I could muster. Hayley kissed back with the same feeling wrapping her arms around me.

I could hear a bunch of wolf whistles and applauses from the audience, but I drowned them out as I continued to kiss Hayley.

"Ewww," I heard Daniel squeal. "I think they touched tongues."

I tried not to smirk as Hayley and I stopped kissing. However, I couldn't resist to give her one last quick kiss on the cheek before turning to the audience who were still applauding.

Hand and hand we walked down the aisle to the front of the church where our white limo awaited. People started throwing rice, flower pedals, and all that other stuff people throw in weddings at us and Hayley and I tried to dodge as many as we could.

By the time, Hayles and I got inside the limo, we both had rice and flower petals stuck in our heads and clothes.

People continued to throw stuff at the limo started to leave the parking lot, heading to Franklin Park where the gang and us would meet to take photos.

I turned to Hayley who was taking out a daisy from her hair. I wanted to help her and was about too, but when I saw her beautiful face I froze. I could feel my heart beating quickly again, the palms of my hands sweaty, and all of a sudden I felt shy and nervous. What the heck? I never really panicked this much when I am around Hayley. Is this what getting married is suppose to feel like?

Hayley finally managed to get the daisy out of her hair and smiled at triumph. She turned to me and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, looking coy. I guess she wasn't the only one feeling weird.

"Um..." I began, not knowing what to say.

"Uh..." stammered Hayley, putting the daisy down, and looking down, avoiding eye contact.

Well...this was awkward.

The limo abruptly stopped and Hayley and I lost our balance. Hayley fell on the floor with me landing on top of her; we stared at each other's eyes, all traces of shyness gone.

"Doesn't this remind you of something," I whispered at her, taking another daisy out of hair, studying it a bit.

"Of course," answered Hayley, taking the daisy and thurling  it with her hand. "It was the day we had that huge paint war in the parking lot after school."

I made a face at her and Hayley smiled. She lightly hit my chest, laughing. "I'm not an idiot. I think I can remember the first kiss I had with the love of my life."

"And the start of a beautiful relationship," I finished.

Hayley smiled at me, running her fingers through my hair. "You have tons of rice in your hair."

 "I think this will be more effective," I told her, shaking my hair widely.

"Josh," she exclaimed, covering her face, "Now you got it all on me."

"Well then," I smirked, leaning my forehead with hers. "I guess the only way that we can get it all off is if we take of all our clothes and shake them out." I grinned at her. "You first."

 "Gosh," Hayley exasperated, slapping my chest with a grin. "We have been married for less than five minutes, and your already acting like a pervert that you know you are.

"I was just trying to help you out hon," I told her, trying to hold in my happiness when she said the word married. 

"You are just trying to get into my pants."

"You mean dress," I corrected.

"Ah-ha," she exclaimed, pointing her finger at me. "You admit it."

I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head.

"Hey," protested Hayley as more rice fell out of my hair.

"Sorry," I apologized, grinning a bit. "It was an accident, I promise."

Hayley made a face, showing that she didn't believe me.

"Oh come on," I jeered, moving a stray hair from her head. "I wouldn't want to annoy you on purpose. I mean, it would be idiotic for the groom to make the bride upset after only being married a little over five minutes."

"I'm sure that if you try hard enough, you can accomplish anything?" Hayley commented.

This time I made a face."How encouraging."

Hayley just smiled at me before kissing my nose unexpectedly.

"I love you," she whispered. "And...and I'm glad that I get the opportunity to spend the rest of the rest of my life with you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at her. "Opportunity,' I repeated. "What the hell is this, a business proposal?"

Hayley scoffed, rolling her eyes. "God, why can't you just let me do the mushy gushy stuff without saying some dumbass remark afterwards?"

            "That's because you are just too cute," I told her.

"Excuses, excuses," muttered Hayley, smiling a bit.

 "I love you Mrs. Hayley Nichole Farro," I whispered on her lips.

I could feel Hayley smile at the kiss before kissing me back, her hands wrapping around my neck. "And I love you too, Mr. Joshua Neil Farro...or how I prefer to call you, Joshua Neil Williams."

"You know," I muttered, my lips moving to her neck. "I think I might actually change it to Williams, it kind of has a ring to it."

"Mhmm," Hayley said, bring my lips back to hers. "We can discuss this later. All I want to do now is kiss."

"I think I can handle that," I murmured, before our lips crashed together; all thoughts previous thoughts disappearing.

Jeremy P.O.V.

Josh and Hayley's limo was the last one to arrive at Franklin Park. For some reason, the limo driver decided to take the long way there. I wasn't sure at first, but when I say the state of Hayley and Josh after they exited the limo I wasn't surprise.

"What the hell happened?" asked Sarah, shaking her head as she snatched Hayley from Josh, and marching her to the picnic area to fix her hair. "The honeymoon is supposed to be after the reception, not after the freaking ceremony."

"We were just kissing," I heard Hayley mutter, looking down and turning bright red.

"Of course you were," Sarah said sarcastically. "Now hold still has I fix your hair."

I snickered at the sight before turning to Josh, who was looking at Hayley with longing. Gosh, this guy was obsessed...but then again, I'm no different with Sarah.

"Come on," I motioned to him, making him walk to the opposite direction. "I have to probably fix your hair too."

Josh nodded his head and I could see some rice fall out of it.

I chuckled at the sight and I could see Josh smile too.

"This is going to be one interesting day," he told me.

"The best day of your life," I corrected.

"Most definitely," Josh said and we high fived.

Hayley P.O.V.

After taking an hour and a half of pictures in Franklin Park, Josh and I headed back to the limo to go the reception. Sarah and Jeremy came along so we wouldn't ruin our hair and clothes again, but Josh still snuck in little kisses here and there. Daniel was inside the limo too and every time he saw Josh kiss me he would make a fake throw up sign and snuggle up to Sarah covering up his eyes. It was pretty amusing.

We made it to the reception area in no time. However, we had to wait about 15 minutes before we could enter because we wanted all the people who participated in the wedding to go out before us.

The last thing I remember was the DJ announcing us as Mr. and Mrs. Farro and the thunderous applause that happened when entered the reception are but after event  everything became a blur. Josh and I sat down in the table in the front of the room where we heard speeches from, Zac, our parents, close friends, and other special guests. Afterwards, we had a delicious dinner as people came up to us to congratulate us before had our first dance, which was Frank Sinatra-The Way You Look Tonight.

Josh and I barely let each out of each other's sight the whole night. We were either holding hands, leaning on each other, or dancing (which we did a lot of)

Finally, at 3O'clock in the morning, the reception area was officially over and only the bridesmaids, groomsmen, our parents, Sarah, Zac, Emily, Taylor,  Jeremy, and sleeping little Daniel were left.

They hugged and kissed us before we headed outside to go to a shiny, new black van that would take us to a Franklin hotel. Our honeymoon was actually in the Caribbean, but we wanted to spend our first night as a couple in Franklin; our flight wasn't until tomorrow evening.

For most of the trip to the hotel, Josh and I tried to fight sleep. We were both so tired since we had both woke up at 5 A.M .yesterday morning for preparing for our wedding, that now all we wanted to do was just wanted to sleep for eternity. Our bags were already at the hotel so we didn't really have to worry about our luggage.  The ride to the hotel was only 15 minutes long, and in no time we had reached the hotel.

"Damn," Josh muttered, rubbing his eyes. "We're here."

I muttered something unintelligible as I turned my back to Josh, trying to fall asleep again. I was expecting Josh to protest and bother me until I woke up, but that didn't happen. I just heard Josh open and close the car door.  I was a bit surprised that he left without me, but I couldn't find myself to care. I was just too exhausted.

I tried to make myself more comfortable in my seat since Josh was no longer my pillow, but it was kind of hard since I still had on my wedding dress. As I was wiggling around my seat, trying to make myself more comfortable, my car door open and I felt muscular, familiar, arms wrap around my waist, pulling me out of the car.

My eyes immediately opened in shock as I heard the car door slam.  I looked up to see tired Josh, carrying me inside the hotel.

"What the hell?" I yelled, beating on his chest, feeling upset that he was ruining my chances of sleeping. "You scared the living crap out of me."

"I'm just following tradition," muttered Josh, deflecting my hits.

"What tra-?"

The automatic doors to the hotel opened and the cool air conditioning in the facility welcomed us. I continued to hit Josh chest, hoping that I would beat him to unconsciousness again. What was his problem? He knew how cranky I got when I get interrupted from my sleep...he's the freaking same way.

Josh rolled his eyes at me, but didn't let me go as he walked to the front desk. A tired, old woman looked at us curiously. She raised an eyebrow at Josh, but Josh just gave her the cuckoo sign.

Son of a b-

"Reservations for Josh and Hayley Farro," Josh stated.

I automatically stopped hitting Josh Farro, a smile forming on my face without my permission as the old lady handed him the keys. Josh gave me a quick grin before taking the keys from the old lady, who was still eying us suspiciously.

"You guys have the top floor, honeymoon suite. It's the last room at the end of the hallway. I hope you enjoy your stay at the hotel," informed the lady.

"Thank you," Josh said, before putting the keys in his pockets. He turned around and made his way to the elevator, me still in his hands. I decided not to protest, what was the point? When Josh was only a couple feet away from the elevators, he made a sharp right turn and entered the stairwell.

I think I had enough of Josh's idiocy.

"Let me go," I warned him.

"Why?" he asked, ignoring the request as he started up the stairs. He gave me a condescending face. "Are you feeling tired?"

I glared at him as we passed the sign that said second floor. "This hotel has like a billion floors; you won't make it."

"It's a small hotel," reminded Josh, as he continued to go up the stairs. "And I do recall from the brochure we had read, this hotel only has six floors."  Josh gave me a small smile. "Plus I don't mind so...will you stop complaining? You are supposed to be enjoying this, you know."

"Why would I be-?"

"Oh my god," Josh groaned as we pasted the third floor sign, shaking his head. "Are you seriously this slow when you wake up?"

"You are so insulting," I told him, turning my face away from him. "I didn't ask to be carried around this hotel building."

"You didn't have too," Josh said passing the fourth floor sign. "I mean, goodness Hayley, if I knew you were this stupid, I probably wouldn't have married you."

"Oh that's it," I exclaimed still feeling grumpy from my lack of sleep. Josh kept on laughing as I tried to hit him, passing the fifth floor sign. "If I knew you were going to be such a jerk, I might have not married you either."

"Oh come on Hayles," chuckled Josh, opening the door to the sixth floor. "You can't resist the Farro charm."

"I hate you," I muttered as Josh started walking to our hotel room which was at the other end of the hall.

"You didn't say that in the limo," smirked Josh, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Pervert," I said, glaring at him. "You are the biggest perv I have ever meet."

"I know you enjoy it...it's what turns you on," he gave me a grin.

I tried to say something back, but I couldn't seem to find my voice. He had caught me way off guard.

What a cocky bastard.

I'm going to murder him tonight, I swear to it.

I struggled in Josh's grasp, trying to make him lose his grip on me, but Josh wouldn't have it as he tighten his grip on me, looking annoyed.

When we finally reached our suite, Josh still held on to me as he grabbed his keys to the room. He barely looked at me as he opened the door and went inside, shutting the door with his foot. He turned on the light, and barely glanced at the large, spacious, heavily decorated love themed room as he gently walked into the king sized, heart shaped bed in the center of the room. He gently put me down before heading to the bathroom slamming the door shut.

What was his problem?

I wasn't the one that made him carry me around this hotel room anyway.  

I turned my face away from the bathroom door as I examined the room. It was actually kind of pretty. The carpet matched the bed sheets which was a combination of the colors white, red, and pink. The bed had a huge assortment of different kinds of pillows and one huge red comforter below them.  There was a huge white, lace canopy on the top of bed which Josh and I could pull to cover the entire bed.

I examined the room and noted the huge, black shiny mini fridge, the massive wooden dressers and a huge glass window at the left side of the room.

I jumped off the massive bed and headed to that area. I could see a huge Jacuzzi already filled to the brim with water at the balcony of the hotel room.

I silently opened the glass door, hoping I didn't disturb Josh with whatever he was doing in the bathroom and headed out, still looking around.

The porch was quite huge, not only holding the Jacuzzi, but also a couple of comfortable lawn chairs, and a glass table that held some hotel robes and towels. On the center of the table was my favorite assortment of flowers with a little note attached.

Curious, I grabbed the note and opened it. A smile forming on my face when I noticed the familiar handwriting.

Dear Mrs. Hayley Farro(Hopefully),

By the time you read this note, we should already be legally married and will be spending the night at this luxurious hotel. If you are not Hayley, than you are in the wrong room and if you lose this note I will come and find you and beat the crap out of you.

I'm serious.

Anyway, back to my new and only wife.

I just wanted to leave this note just because I want to be really romantic.

I'm really nervous about this wedding. Not like 'I don't want to do this' but 'I just want to get this over so I can finally be relaxed and happy and be with my lovely wife.' I love you Hayles. I honestly do. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm sure you are well aware of this fact but I just wanted to remind you. You mean the world to me. I honestly can't wait to start my life with you. I'm sure are going to go through some super duper highs and some really down lows but we will make it through...we always do.

I miss you so much right now, but will see each other at the wedding...our wedding, where we will or have already said our vows of loyalty to each other which I promise I will always keep. Even if you beat me to unconsciousness again; I'll keep my promise with no hesitation. You are well worth it.

Well...that's all the mushy gushyness I wanted to get out of my system. I missed you like crazy and it's only an hour since you have left with the girls and I won't be able to see you until the wedding. Pathetic huh? I know. If Jeremy finds this he will definitely rip this thing up so I try to hide it somewhere where I know your beautiful bright green eyes will find it. You are my entire life now.

With Love,

Josh Farro

Your Future Husband(Hopefully)

Guilt crept into me as I re-read Josh's words, feeling awful for how I reacted earlier. Josh was just being considerate, that's how he always is. Plus, isn't that what...?

Damn.

I am such an idiot.

No wonder Josh ran off the way he did.

"Hayley," I heard Josh call, breaking me away from my thoughts. "Hayles..."

"I'm...I'm coming," I yelled, picking up my dress and putting the card back where it belonged before running back inside. I froze when I saw Josh turn to me, my face turning bright red. He was wearing plaid boxers...and nothing else.

"Hayles?" said Josh, waving his hands in my face. "You look like you have seen a ghost. Are you okay sweetie?"

"Uh...um...uh..." I looked down, blushing even more. Don't tell me the shyness from the limo was coming back before? This was getting ridiculous. I have seen him in a lot less than what he was wearing now.

"I...um..." I looked back up at Josh and automatically regretted that I did.  He was looking at me with such longing and concern that it was heartbreaking. How could I have been so rude to him before?

"Ha-"

I pushed past Josh has I ran to the bathroom, locking it shut before Josh could even blink. "Give me five minutes," I yelled though the door.

I had to make it up to him somehow.

Josh P.O.V.

I was already half asleep when Hayley finally came out of the bathroom. She had taken more than five minutes in there, though I was not surprised since she had on her huge wedding dress, her hair was still in the elegant way it was at the wedding, some make up, and all that other stuff that must have taken a lot of time to take off. It was almost four o'clock in the morning when finally she exited the bathroom.

Groaning, I sat up from the bed, about to tell her to turn off the lights when all my sleep disappeared and my words got stuck in my throat...

Hayley had exited the bathroom, yawning, her hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She had on a slimy, silk, black waist length night dress and on her feet were hot pink bunny rabbit slippers Sarah and Emily had gotten her at the wedding shower.

Hayley stopped walking when she was only inches from the bed, looking at me shyly.

"So...what do you think?"

"Of...of what?" I stammered, though I clearly knew what she was talking about.

"This night gown silly," she giggled, taking off her shoes before climbing onto the bed, wrapping her cold hands on my all too warm bare chest. "It's pretty simple and cute and I like it."

"It's um..." I stuttered, trying to think of child appropriate words to describe the night dress.

Hayley giggled again before kissing me on my neck, making my body react in a way it shouldn't as tired as I felt.

"I love you," she whispered, this time kissing me on my chin, making the temperature rise up just a little bit. "And..." Hayley slowly let go of me, looking down at the bed sheets while playing with her hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm-"

 "Such a tease," I interjected, pulling her face up by her chin.

Hayley smiled as she looked up at me, slowly shaking her head. "I'm sorry I'm such an idiot. I mean, how dumb can I be. You were carrying me to the hotel...just like when a groom does when he and his bride just..."

I laughed as he took his fingers away from my chin and wrapped my arms around her, looking amused. "It took you that long, huh?"

"I'm so-"

"Shh," I commanded, pulling her away so I could look at her better. "You were cranky, grumpy and stubborn; it's a lethal combination. It can mess with your brain sometimes."

"But it was so obvious-"

"Not to you," Josh told me with a smile. "It's okay Hayles. At least you get it now. I'm over it."

"But I ruined our first night as a married couple. I mean, I was planning on beating you into unconsciousness and I was going to-"

I rolled his eyes as I pulled Hayley back into my arms. "Would you just shut up Hayles and just enjoy the night. So what...you had a brain fart. Big whoop. Just say I'm the sweetest man in the whole universe and maybe I might forgive you."

"Might," I repeated, giggling a bit.

"Just say it," I urged.

"Fine," she exasperated. "You are the sweetest man in the whole universe."

"Now say I'm also the sexiest man in the universe."

"That was not in the agreement," she protested, pretending to pout

"Do you want me to forgive you or not," I jeered, giving her a look.

"Fine," she told me rolling her eyes. "You are the sexiest man in the whole universe."

"Maybe if you said it with more feeling..."

She gave me a look but I just smiled at her, running my fingers through her hair. "All right, all right...how about we settle this with a kiss?"

"Do we have too," Hayley pretended to whine as she wrapped her arms around my neck, grinning widely.

"It will only take a second," I told me, her lips only inches away from mine. "After this, we can relax and finally go to bed."

"Fine," she told me. "Just one tiny kiss."

I grinned at her before pressing his lips on mine...and then everything changed.

Hayley P.O.V.

I was expecting this to be one quick kiss, not the passionate, breath taking, knock you out of your feet kind of kiss I was experiencing. I don't think Josh was expecting it either since he had stiffed for a second...only for a second.

Josh gently pushed me down on the bed, getting on top of me, his lips still attached to mine. I moaned to the kiss as Josh's hands began roaming my body, making me squirm.

I have no idea how long we were making out nor did I care. I was so upset when Josh abruptly moved away, his breath heavy, looking at me which such a cute expression that I couldn't help but let out a little giggle.

Josh kissed me once on the lips. "You know," he started. "The agreement we made months ago is now gone since we got married hours ago."

I nodded my head, before grabbing Josh's hair and pressing his lips back to mine. We really didn't need to talk about it. We had already decided.

Josh's hands began unlacing my night gown and I pressed my body to his, making him groan, his lips moving from my lips to my neck.

Somewhere in the middle of this, Josh managed to reach towards the lamp that was lighting up the room and turned it off.

After that, we continued where we left off. Spending our first night intertwine in each other's arms, showing just how much we loved each other, trust each other, and our commitment to our marriage.

It was our first night of many nights of being Mr. and Mrs. Farro.

The first night of our forever.

Up next is the epliouge. I still can't believe that this fanfic is almost over. I had so much fun with it. However, I can't wait to reveal to you guys new plans and ideas for new stories. I'm pretty stoked about that.

Thank you guys for reading my story. Your comments really meant a lot to me.

P.S. I had uploaded this late yesterday night, but took it down because of some problems so I apologize to the few people who had read it earlier and were confused on what happened.

Thanks again.