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"Your room is cool," she complimented. "I see you're fan of your mothers."

"Yeah," Agnes shrugged. "I've been on set for most these movies anyways. Especially before my parents got married."

"Cute." She took her bookbag off and laid on Ags bed. "Gonna come join me?"

Agnes laid on the bed and Ava went straight into kissing her.

"Oh my God," Reagan whispered, nearly knocking all the breath out her lungs.

"Their making out," Stephen mouthed.

"What...what are you guys doing?" Stephens son asked.

"Shhhh," they both said.

"Go get a job or something," Stephen told him as he pressed his ear back onto the door like they'd been gettinng a job.

"Weirdo's," he whispered.

"Oh please," Reagan whispered. "You've looked the exact same thing since high school."

He stuck his middle finger up as he walked off.

"I am your step mother," she said a little more aggressively. "Respect me!"

"You hear that?" Ava stopped kissing Agnes.

She sighed. "Their probably arguing with one of my half siblings or something. Hold on." Agnes started walking towards the door.

"She's coming." They quickly got up and tried to escape but Ags stopped them.

"Parents?"

They slowly turned around. "Yes?" They said together.

"You doing alright?"

"Yes," Reagan smiled, widely.

"We are great," Stephan gave her the same smile. Both of them giggling.

"You twoare acting weird, so I'm going to go back in my room."

They lookd at each other. "Ugh wait," Reagan stopped her. "Why don't you two," she looked at Stephen for help but he shrugged. "You two can...go tothe movies."

Stephan clicked his tongue on the roof of us his mouth. "Nice, the movies."

"Uhh, we're fine in the room," Agnes told them. "Maybe another time?"

"OH yeah," Reagan waved her hand. "You two have fun." She began to push Stephan to their room.

Agnes

Avalyne, now that I know, Press.

She was this strawberry blonde with a rough rapy voice. She was super cool, laid back, super likeable. She wasn't like the first girl I liked, Michelle. Thank God. Avalyne wanted to be a supermodel. She was six-foot, long legs, and beautiful. All of her pictures on instagram were professional and of course, model like.

She was smart too. Nothing like that egotistical ass clown, Ozious.

"What did your parents say?" She asked me with her raspy, sexy, voice.

"They were being weird," I rolled my eyes. "They suggested we go to the movies but, we have a theater here."

"I don't like movie theater's actually," she shrugged. "I have sensitive hearing."

"Oh," I raised my eye brows. "How come?"

"I don't know but it could be from when I was younger. Ozious had this horn that'd he blow all the time, once in my ear.  I was bleeding and stuff," she sighed. "He's the absolute worse."

"Oh no," I furrowed my brows. "I'm sorry." I kissed her ear.

"It's why I hate parties and the school bells."

"That's why I sometimes see you cover up your ears, damn."

"Yeah," he shrugged. Ava got up off the bed and digged into her bookbag. "I hope you don't mind." When I saw what she was holding, my heart dropped.

"You-"

"Yeah. It helps with my...everything."

"Oh...Um-"

"I can leave, if it...bothers you. We can just-"

"No-" I put my hands up. "Stay, I don't mind."

She smiled at me. She took an ashtray out of her bag and sat back on my bed. She lit up the...blunt...and begin to smoke it.

"I should probably lit an insent to get the smell to back off." I was kind of panicking. I didn't want my parents to smell or come in. I took an insent from my bathroom, lit it and put it by the door.

"Your nervous aren't you?" She asked me.

My hands were sweaty and I couldn't think clearly.

"Ags? You okay?" She asked me.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah," I answered, nervously laughing. "I just...you know..."

"Don't worry, if you're parents come in, I'll cover for you," Ava smiled. "Wanna try?"

I shook my head. "No. Sorry."

"No pressure, baby."

Baby?

She just called me baby?

Maybe I'm over thinking it but...baby?

My panic expression was relieved by a big smile.

"So tomorrow's your birthday, what do you want to do?" Ava grinned.

"How'd you know?"

"I have my ways."

"Well definitely not another party," I sighed.

"Why don't I take you...on a date...a real one? It doesn't have to be out in the public. We could go to my house and I can cook for you."

"Sure," I smiled. "What are we going to tell my parents?"

"That you're hanging out with friends. Sounds good?"

"Friend, because I don't have much, and okay."

We were going on a date tomorrow. First date, sixteenth birthday, couldn't ask for better.