A/N: So, after such a dumb wait, here's chapter seven. Sorry about the period of inactivity. I understand if you hate me now, but just don't hate the story! Anyway, I didn't get as far in this chapter as I expected, but I think I left it in an okay place. I really like Quinn's half of this chapter, though. Much more eventful, and Maylee shows herself to be truly the best little sister ever. I love their relationship. It's what I've always wanted with a sibling, but I fight with mine all the time like a normal person. I think I'll have to put an argument between Quinn and May sometime so it doesn't feel so fake and perfect. So keep watch for that in later chapters. For now, here is Chapter Siete (That means seven).

Chapter Siete (That means seven)


You: Des said you had a few things to talk to me about?

Chase Dunham: Ya. Come ovr?

You: No. I really don't want more confrontation today. I already had to endure it with Des this afternoon.

Chase Dunham: I cant do ths ovr the phne. How abt i go ovr there? Pls. Face to face.

You: Fine. Come over. Just one thing, though.

Chase Dunham: Nything. Wut?

You: Learn to type.

Chase was at my house about twelve minutes later. He had taken his motorbike. When the doorbell rang, I opened the door to a desperate face and puppy dog eyes, which was odd considering who wore them. Chase was the kind of person to make funny faces or be totally chill. Seeing him so hopeful scared me.

"Come in. Let's go up to my room," I found myself saying. He silently nodded his head and bounded up the stairs as teenage boys do. When we got to my room, he made himself comfortable on the floor next to my bed. I sat across from him, studying his face, trying to see what Nathan would see, trying to foresee what was on his mind.

"What did we need to talk about, Chase?" I asked. I was a bit nervous and I wanted to get this over with. He hesitated and looked at his hands.

"Do you remember that one weekend before the end of eighth grade? Before you and Destrey started dating?" He knew very well that I remembered it. How could I have forgotten such a weekend?

"I thought we agreed that it was best to forget about that."

"I know. But I couldn't. That's why I needed to talk to you. I have to tell you something."

"No. You can't possibly have to tell me anything that would warrant the mention of that weekend."

"You can't stop me from saying it. You can deny hearing it all you want and you can refuse to acknowledge that it's true and you know it's true, but you can't stop it from being true. The same goes for you. You can deny it all you want, but in the end…" He must have gotten tips from Des about not saying the "g" word.

"You have a girlfriend."

"Yes, I do. And I love her very much. I'm not the same as you. Quinn, thinking about that night made me realize something: I'm not straight. I like girls, but I like guys. Quinn. Look me in the eyes when I say this." At some point or another I must have gotten embarrassed and averted my eyes, but with force, I drew them back to his. "Quinn. I'm bisexual. And you're gay."

"OUT!" I screamed. My finger quivering in the direction of the door, my arm straight and stiff, he followed it out through the door. Then I bawled. I bawled like a baby. One phrase repeated in my head: I am not gay, I am not gay, I am not gay… like a drum in my head, setting the rhythm for my mindset. Strict militaristic boots marching in my head, what they were expected to do.

There was a soft knock at the door, and I froze, not trusting my voice to even tell the intruder to go away. It wouldn't have worked anyway. If Maylee thinks there's something wrong, she never fails to attempt comforting me. She poked in her head and spoke softly.

"Quinn. What's wrong, Quinn?" She came over to where I was sitting, having been unable to move since Chase left. "What did he do to you, Quinn? I'll beat him to a pulp, I swear I will crush him…" Suddenly, I looked up in confusion.


"Chase, dummy. I saw him rushing out of the house like he was guilty of something."

"No, May. Chase didn't do anything."





"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong or do you just want a hug?"

"Hug, please." She leaned over and squeezed me. I let the comfort of having a little sister who cares enough about me to try to beat up a guy three times her size for hurting me. The tears stopped flowing, and once I was out of her grip, I wiped the trails that were left behind. "May, how exactly did you plan on beating him up?"

"I know some people." She winked, leaving me with a puzzled look. With that last word, she disappeared to her own room. I have the best baby sister ever.



It was the third week of school, and my new friends truly grew into just that: friends. Ember got cuter by the day, and her smile set my heart fluttering. Quinn and I had grown close, and I trusted him as my best friend. We hung out together during school a lot, but this weekend was going to be the first time he spent the night at my house.

"So, horror or comedy?" that very boy asked.

"I don't know, Quinn. You pick," I replied.

"Both it is!"

We were at our usual lunch table, discussing the order of events for the weekend. We would watch a movie, play video games, and eat Kyler's cooking. There may also be some girly gossiping, but neither of us would dare admit that. Ember was sitting in the spot next to me that she had recently claimed as hers. She perked up at an idea formulating in her head.

"Ooh, can I come over and give you guys makeovers?" asked the none-so-innocent Ember.

"NO!" was shouted by not only me and Quinn, but also Mas and Chase, knowing what kind of horror that would be. Ember, cute as could be, pouted.

"Oh, no you don't. You cannot use that face on me. It is not at all fair. Destrey? Lenah? Krynn? Help please!" I begged.

"Come on, Em. You know he can't say no to a face that cute. It's just unfair. Give the poor boy a break," came salvation in the form of Krynn.

Quinn showed his gratitude, thanking her a million times because he knew as well as I that Ember's pout was absolutely irresistible, at least to me. Ember gave me one last look, then made her face go back to its normal pretty self. I still caved a little.

"Okay, fine. You can come over and watch a movie with us. Then you leave. And there is no entrance into my house if you bring make-over stuff," I stated authoritatively. The men at the table groaned. "What? Look at her puppy-dog face?" She made it again for reference. "Can you honestly say no to that?" There were grumbles of agreement. I silently cursed her in my head, but at the same time I grinned inside at the idea of her coming over. I imagined her cuddling into my side during all the scary parts of the horror movie and my grin escaped. Tonight could not come soon enough.


The doorbell rang exactly three minutes late at 5:33. Kyler was jumping up and down behind me as if she were having friends over.

"Kyler, do NOT embarrass me or there will be a price to pay. And stop jumping. You look like a little girl." I gave her a glare, and she stopped her bouncing to put her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to keep him waiting forever?" Oh. Good point. I opened the door to reveal a boy that looked similar to Quinn, but there was a woman behind him that I had never seen before and a bright blush on his cheeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Rizzo, I'm Quinn's mom, Carol. I just wanted to meet you before I just dropped him on you," said the woman, extending her hand for a shake.

"Yes, I can understand that. But I'm not Mrs. Rizzo. My name is Kyler Smith. I'm his legal guardian, but he usually calls me Aunt, if not just, Kyler." I watched as Ky took her hand with dignity and an air of we-are-no-less-than-you that was not to be challenged. She said all of this with a smile on her face. I admired her for her confidence and her assurance in our living arrangements. We used to be pitied or looked down upon for our situation, but Ky taught me to ignore it, and to walk with my head held high. She said that people saw the situation wrong because they don't know the true meaning of family.

I saw the judgment in Mrs. Ever's eyes break down before it was even fully established, and my respect for Aunt Kyler manifested itself on my face in the form of a reverent grin.

"Oh, well, that's nice," she said, the awkwardness emanating from her crooked smile.

"Thanks, Mom. I think I can take it from here," Quinn said with his blush deepening each moment his mother smiled that odd smile.

"Oh, fine, Q. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Smith. I'll pick him up tomorrow whenever you get sick of him," she joked.

"It was nice to meet you, too. And call me Kyler. I feel like an unimportant character in a lame mystery book when I hear Ms. Smith." Kyler's a dork.

"Okay, Kyler. Make sure to be good, Quinn." With a kiss that made Quinn turn redder than humanly possible, she turned to leave. Looking out to the SUV she had arrived in, I saw a young girl poke her head out the passenger side window.

"Have super-duper fun, Quinny-boo!" she yelled, obviously trying to get a rise out of Quinn.

"Oh, shut up May!" he yelled back.

"Little sister?" I asked. He nodded. "Seems real sweet."

It wasn't more than ten minutes later when the doorbell rang again.

"Who's ready to pee their pants?!" she screamed as soon as I opened the door.

"Ember. Chill. Stop bouncing. I swear, you are just as bad as Kyler." I picked her up around the waist and put her down just inside the door, and shut it.

"I knew it! She is pretty!"

"Kyler, would you shut up? You are both embarrassing me and scaring the guests at the same time!"

"I like her!" proclaimed Ember. Of course Ember would like Aunt Kyler. They are so similar. "She says I'm pretty, so I like her."

"Well, thank you! I have heard a lot about the two of you."

"Aunt Kyler. Please leave. Now. Before I explode."

"Okay, okay. I'll go make some food. Have fun."

"Yes! Food!" cheered Quinn. I chuckled at him.

"Not just any food. This is Kyler we're talking about here. Gourmet chef material. Prepare to be amazed." Okay, so I was proud of her cooking abilities. Big deal.

While Kyler cooked our dinner, we chatted mindlessly, and I even flirted a little with Ember. And I think she flirted back. I kept getting mixed signals from Quinn. Sometimes he'd wink at me while I flirted with her, and sort of teased me like he knew I liked her, and other times he'd give me this annoyed, or hurt look like he was upset I was flirting with her. It was confusing, but I decided not to worry with it. Soon enough the food was ready and we sat at the table while Kyler served us each a helping of chicken with steamed vegetables and rolls. I don't know what kind of chicken it was, but it tasted like happiness on a plate. I think the others would have agreed, by the bliss written on their faces. Kyler decided to take this vulnerable state to make her attack.

"So, Ember. You were the second person I heard about from Natty. First person he mentioned was Quinn, but I think he knew I was asking about girls and just wanted to dodge it. You know he hasn't had a girlfriend since—"

"Kyler!" I yelled, knowing very well that I haven't had a girlfriend, ever, unless you count the girl I called my girlfriend when I was 8 when I lived with my mom in Italy. I was not about to let Kyler reveal my pathetic love life.

Ember just giggled. "Oh, hush, Nate. As your guardian, it's her job to embarrass you in front of any possible future girlfriends to help weed out the ones who won't like you for you. The ones that stop hanging out with you after hearing these things are the ones not worthy of the real you."

"Exactly!" exclaimed Kyler, before adding, "But I also love seeing you blush." Suddenly recognizing the heat in my cheeks, I blushed even harder.

"Aww, Natty's blushing! How cute."

"Quinn, I swear I will rip your head off. Do not call me Natty." He just smiled, the jerk.

A/N: Sorry to drag this out so much, but I feel it necessary to appropriately develop. I have an issue with pacing in my stories, anyway. I think next chapter will have a bunch of fluff between Nate and Ember. Woot! Oh, and lots of angsty thoughts from Quinn, of course.

Quinn: *sadface*

Me: I'm sorry, baby. You'll get your day. I promise.

Nathan: What's up with Quinn?

Quinn: N-Nothing! I'm fine!

Ember: Liar. What's wrong?

Destrey: He's just upset because mmmphhhnnhhffmm


Destrey: Don't put your hand on my mouth, then. Easy fix.


Destrey: Testy, testy.

Me: Hey, Des, it's not time for that yet. You're gonna ruin the story if you aren't careful about what you say.

Destrey: Sorry. I'll be good.

Ember: I'm confused.

Nathan: So am I. Oh, well. See you next time everyone. Bug this chick over here and maybe it'll get out faster. I wanna see what happens. *blush*

Ember: Why are you blushing?

Quinn: Read the part before this conversation.

Nathan: No! That's okay! Don't do that.

Me: These people are weird. I guess that's what happens when you're a product of my imagination. Oh, well. Review and bug me about the next chapter. I'll do my best to get it out. I think I might actually be able to be more productive with the school year starting soon, as weird as that is. Bye. Love y'all.