A/N: Yay! So here is a long awaited chapter. Not much happens but i assure you pretty quickly the story line will come together. Or at least I hope it will. Anyways, Enjoy!

My Soundtrack for This Chapter:

So Much Love - The Rocket Summer

Anthem Part 2 - Blink 182

All That I Am - Parachute

I love College - Asher Roth

Skin and Bones - Romance On A Rocekt Ship

Chapter Six – High Five For Being Average

Emily and I got to my house around 4:30 –ish, we stopped at a smoothie shop before going back to my house. ‘

“Wow, you’re rich aren’t you?” she asked when she saw m house. We got out of the car and I shrugged, “Not rich, but upper middle class, I guess.”

“What do your parent do?” she asked as we walked up the driveway.

“My dad is a talent agent, goes around managing rising stars, so he’s hardly home, but my mom is just a housewife.”

“Wow, both my parents work full time and our house isn’t this nice.”

We stopped at the door as I looked for my key to the door. “Yeah, well, that’s why I didn’t want to move, I knew my parents were going to buy something big and fancy to show off.”

“I’d be happy, this is sick.”

We walked through the door. The house smelled sweet, my mom had dozens of air fresheners around the house.

“Your house smells delicious, and jeez, didn’t you just move? There aren’t any boxes.”

“Like I said, my mom is a housewife, I came home from school my first day and just about everything was unpacked already.”

“Lucky.” She said shaking her head. I began to lead her to the stairs to take her up to my room, but I heard the T.V in the living room, so I decided to introduce her to my mom.

“Mama, I’m home!” I shouted to her, even though we were only ten feet from her. My mom soon appeared and she smiled at us, “Hey Avery, who’s your friend?”

“This is Emily.”

“Emily, this is my mom.”

“Please, Emily, you can call me Jessica, all of her friends do.”

Emily smiled, “Alright then, it was nice to meet you, Jessica.”

“You too.”

As we walked up the stairs Emily said, “Dude your mom is hot!”

Then I led Emily upstairs to my room, I showed her all the empty rooms that had no use at the moment. She was in awe.

“Now, this is my room.” I said and opened the door and stepping in before her, I held out my arms and Emily’s jaw dropped. “Wow, this is your room?”

I nodded.

“This is awesome, aw dude, I love them!” she said pointing to my Blink 182 poster, then at my Circa Survive one.

I sat on my bed, and threw my backpack on the floor; Emily jumped and dove onto it. “Dude, and a king size bed, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

She rolled over on her stomach and looked at my nightstand. Oh, crap. She reached over and took the picture frame from it and began to examine it. “This is you, right?” she rolled over to me and sat up, and so I looked at the picture with her. I nodded.

“Wow, you’re hair was long, but who’s this?” she pointed to the guy with his arms around me.

“That’s Chad.” I told her.

“Chad? I thought you said you were single?”

“I am, well, kind of. Chad was my boyfriend for six years-“

“Like Kenya and Tyson?”

I nodded, “But we’re kind of on hiatus right now.”

“Aw, why?”

“Because he’s in a band and they started touring and so he said something about not wanting to hold me back and all that crap, and then he said that if by the time his tour ended and I hadn’t moved on, he’d come back to me.”

“But what if he moves on?”

“He swears he won’t.”

“But how can you know?” Emily asked leaning towards me.

“I don’t. But it’s the same with me, I told him I wouldn’t move on, but he said just what you did.”

“Aw, Avery, that sucks.”

“I know….”

“But hey, you held on to a hottie for six years, be proud.”

I laughed, “Yeah, but what about you?”

Emily shrugged, “Nah, not right now. It’ been about two months since me and my last boyfriend but I’m not interested in anyone right now.”

Emily suddenly hopped up and stood on my bed, with her hands on her hips, “I declare we put on some dance tunes and have a dance party.”

I grinned, “Dance and party we shall.”

The dance party started out with Poker Face by Lady Gaga, and then some weird German techno stuff came on and I lost track after that, all I know is that an hour after non-stop dancing we were tired and thirsty.

We went down stairs and downed three cups of water each and then sat at my kitchen table and threw grapes at each other, trying to make into each other’s mouths.

“You should sleep over.” I said sipping my water.

“I should.” Emily agreed

“We should get Stephanie and Kenya too.”

“Yeah! Fo sho! It’s party time. Emily jumped from her chair and started dancing again, I laughed and dialed Stephanie first.

Around seven Stephanie came over and about half an hour later, Kenya arrived. Both had asked if they needed to bring anything, I’d told them only sleep stuff, my dad has a collection of movies, and it’s huge, there are well over five hundred DVD and Blue Ray discs, he even has videos for VCRs

When they got here, I gave them a tour as I’d given Emily. Stephanie had been just as amazed, but Kenya apparently lived in similar accommodations.

“So we can either watch movies down sites or in my room.” I announced as my three new friends began to search and destroy through my pantry. Popcorn, check. Candy, check. Ice cream, check. Anything else you could possibly want to eat at a sleep over, check. We even decided to make enchiladas.

“How big is the T.V in your room? Kenya asked.

“It’s a fricken flat screen!” Emily cried out with a mouth full of skittles, some fell out.

We laughed at her, and embarrassed she picked up the skittles from the floor.

“The one in the living room is 52 inches.” I said sipping my water.

“Mine is too!” Kenya said excitedly and began to roll up the shredded chicken in tortillas. She was making enchiladas with Stephanie.

“Jeez, rich people.” Emily said shaking her head.

“High five for being average.” Stephanie said and held her hand up to Emily. And Emily, not knowing that Stephanie had enchilada sauce all over her hand, willingly gave her a high five only for a, “Stephanie gross! You jerk!”

I decided that I liked my new friends better than the old ones. They had a pillow fight with me! Well, I mean that’s probably only because they didn’t know how fragile I was, but still. My old friends hadn’t called me in days now! That wasn’t cool; it meant they were just moving on, getting on with life fine with out me.

During one of the movies we watched we pinned Stephanie down and painted her nails pink. That was quite a struggle. She was creaming and moaning the whole time. My parents even came down stairs to make sure that she wasn’t dying. She claimed she was.

At six in the morning, Emily woke me up. I was ready to kill her. We hadn’t fallen asleep until nearly three, and here she was, lively as ever, pulling me from my ever so comfortable position on the floor, curled up with my blankets and pillows.

I rubbed my eyes as we walked into the kitchen and Emily began to raid my fridge.

“Why am I up right now?” I asked her groggily. I sat on the bar stool at the island in my kitchen and folded my arms on the counter, resting my head on them.

“Because chickadee we’re making breakfast.”

“I can’t cook.” This was a true fact. Chad had always cooked for me, I was hopeless at it, he had promised me that he’d teach me one day, and he’d said one day when we were married. So much for that idea, but he was coming back to me right? I missed him so much.

“Well that’s okay, I can. You just have to help get everything prepared.”

“Fine. What are we making?”

“Pancakes and eggs darling.”

I went to the pantry and pulled out a box of pancake mix, while Emily grabbed the milk and eggs from my fridge.

“Do you have any vanilla?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

“Cupboard next to the fridge.”

“Ah!” she pulled it down and then said; “Now we need two bowls.”

I grabbed two good-sized bowls from a cupboard and set the down in front of Emily.

“Okay.” She said, “I’ll take care of the pancakes, if you can do the eggs, because eggs are really easy.”

“Okay.”

“So first.” She said and put one of the bowls in front of me, “I imagine we’ll all eat maybe two eggs? So take about eight eggs from the carton and crack them in the bowl.”

While I cracked the eggs, she measured the amount of pancake mix she would need and took one egg from the carton before returning it to the fridge. Then she poured some milk into the mix, along with a bit of vanilla. And began to mix. I was still cracking eggs. How did she have so much energy this early?

“Mission accomplished.” I told her when I was down cracking the eggs and throwing away the shells.

“Okay, now pour some milk into it and start to mix it for maybe two minutes?”

I did as she commanded while she took complete control of my kitchen and found pans for us to use.

She buttered the pans so that our breakfast wouldn’t stick. And she instructed me every step of the way on how I should make scrambled eggs. I was truly grateful, for without her, the eggs would have came out like crap.

And all the while as she helped me, she was making the pancakes as well.

Around seven thiry-ish, breakfast was done, and Emily very obnoxiously, after having cleaned the pans, took one of them and a wooden spoon into the living room and banged it continuously, I thought she might wake up my parents but then I remembered that their room is sound proof, so they were sound asleep in their quiet little sanctuary.

“Breakfast time!” Emily called out.

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