Sleep came easier than she remembered, because the next morning at seven thirty her shoulders were being shaken as her mom tried to pull her out of bed.

"Get up, your friend will be here in thirty minutes," her mom said a bit too loud for the ears of someone just waking up. But, the reminder that Hayden would be at her house soon was enough to perk Amy up and make her run to the bathroom to splash her face and put on eyeliner. She dressed quickly and ran to the dining room to eat the breakfast her mom had prepared for her.

"You've got modeling at ten and we can't be late, did you tell your friend that?" Her mom asked as she folded clothes on the kitchen counter top.

"No, you didn't tell me," Amy said, putting another bite in her mouth.

"Well, is she going to need a ride home?" she asked looking up at Amy.

"No, he lives a few houses down from us." Amy froze, realizing that she'd said 'he'. She continued eating before her mom noticed she'd froze.

"He?" Her mom didn't look mad, just curious.

"Yeah, Hayden is a guy name…" Amy shrugged.

"Why didn't you say it was a boy!?" Amy's mother almost sounded…excited.

"You didn't ask…" Amy said, glancing at the clock to see that he'd be here within the next five minutes. She put her plate in the sink and ran to her bathroom to do her hair and brush her teeth. Just as she finished up, the doorbell rang and she ran to the front door before her mom had a chance to open it.

"Hey, Amy." He smiled at her and then looked around the interior of her house, seemingly amazed.

"Hello, you must be Hayden!" Amy's mother butted her way past her daughter and held the boy's hand in hers.

"I am, Mrs…" He left the name hanging, not knowing what to call her.

"Ms. King!" She eagerly supplied the name. "But, please, call me Heather."

"How about I give him a quick tour while you get everything set up?" Amy gave her mom a look that told her to back off.

"Sure, good idea. Hayden, Amy said you live close by?" Heather looked to him.

"Yeah, just a few houses down…why?" he asked, looking at Amy in confusion. Amy shrugged.

"Well, maybe you should run and get a swim suit – there's a pool in the backyard." Heather's smiled, showing all of her pearly whites before turning the corner into the study where the school sessions usually took place.

"Ignore her, she's…awful." Amy tried to explain her mother's behavior.

"She's…nice?" Hayden offered, making both of them laugh. Amy had showed him around the house and he was amazed by each room – decorated retro style. All but Amy's. Her room was vintage looking. Cute and girly. Model posters hung on the wall and Hayden said, "Is that why you don't eat ice cream?"

She only laughed, trying to avoid the question, and he laughed along. Once the tour was over Amy led Hayden back to the study where Heather was putting out papers and erasing a white board that was covered in numbers.

"Let's get started!" she cheered. They both sat down and texted each other each time Heather had her back turned. Soon the lesson was over and it was nine thirty.

"We should go swimming now," Hayden said nudging Amy's shoulder.

"I can't, I have to go – you have to go too." She said walking him to the front door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Bye Hayden, I'll text you the time for tomorrow's lesson later," she said as she shut the door.

"He could have come with us," Heather shrugged when she came over a minute later.

"No mom, I didn't tell him that I'm Amy King. I didn't tell him that I'm a model." She rubbed her face and grabbed her purse off the hook and opened the door for her mom to walk out first.

"Why not? He's cute,"

"Mom! Grow up! I'm sick and tired of being the adult, the parent, in this relationship. I wish dad had never left. I wish…" She didn't let herself finish the thought.

"Well, he did," Heather whined.

"Can't you just try to be more mature!?" Amy shrieked. "Can't you let me be the one that's not grown up? Can't I be immature and crushing on boys? Can't I be your daughter?" She was out of breath and her mother looked shocked and sorry.

"I'm sorry…I – I didn't realize that I was doing this to you." Heather got in the car and Amy followed, hoping that her wishes would come true and her mom would mature.

The car ride that followed was awkward and too quiet. She knew her mom was upset, but she was in no mood to take back what she'd said so she let the silence continue.

"I'm not coming in – just go to the front desk and tell them who you are." Heather, Amy's mom, told her when she pulled up to a building that looked like a decked out office from the outside – she was eager to see the inside.

"Why?" Amy asked, getting her purse together, and peeking in the mirror to adjust her makeup.

"Because, Amy, you're a big girl. Mommy doesn't need to hold your hand anymore," she sneered.

Amy stifled a laugh, "This is your maturity?"

"I'm trying, Amy!" she shouted.

"Well, it's pathetic." Amy rolled her eyes, trying to laugh more.

"Just get out," her mom spat.

A/N: This is the first time I've had to type in weeks; the other chapters I've recently posted have been finished for a while and just needed to be posted. I will try to post again this weekend. Again, sorry for the delay…I really am. PLEASE shoot me a review, as I love to read them and I WILL ANSWER THEM! :D