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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Dean?" asked Garrett getting his attention "Wake up Bailey we are like 5 minutes out"

"Your kidding right?" Said Dean with a snorted whisper.

"What, don’t be a woos! wake her up"

"You wake her up, I've seen and felt way to many mornings to want to wake her up."

"Oh you big BABY, its just my little sister, your her boyfriend, wake her up"

"Nah man you can, one good thing is, she will well might anyway, forgive you faster than me. I've woke her up and felt the brunt of that, it hurts to wake her up" he said as he inched his head further back towards the head rest.

"I cant believe your being a woos about this, fine ill wake her up” said Garrett with a grunt. “Bailey?" he said softly

"Be careful man, she has a nasty hit on her" said Dean smiling at him and pulling his head from the range of her swing.

"Bailey!" Said Garrett a little louder and In a flash of movement Bailey launched upward startled by the increase of tone with her name. She threw her left fist right into Garrett's face, making him swerve the truck in and out of his own lane. Dean burst into laughter at the look on Garret's face. Bailey still groggy and now angry went to turn on Dean, but to her shock he was in hysterics, and now wondering why he was laughing.

“WHAT” she snapped, then pulled herself back so she didn’t loose her temper, “Is going on?”

Dean barely able to control his laughter he looked over at Garrett who was wearing a very ugly frown on his face. Bailey turned to see what Dean was looking at when she seen the big red mark on Garrett’s face.

“Oh my god are you alright? Did I do that?” Bailey asked, knowing she didn’t need to ask, because she knew from the countless times Dean tried to wake her up he usually had a red mark that matched Garrett's. Bailey was mad at herself when she finally took it all in, but at the same time she found it very funny. She turned to Garrett seeing he was still mad, in fact he looked down right pissed. Smiling to herself she figured saying sorry would help, even though she had no control over her body when you scare her awake.

“Aw Gar, I’m sorry. Hows your face?” she asked shyly. Dean was still laughing so she figured just for her own giggles she would throw him a bone to can't leave him out just because he didn't cause it now can she? “Why did you let him wake me up like that DEAN? You know I throw punches, That was not nice you should say sorry too” She snapped feeling proud of herself in a silent smile she did not show.

“NO way, I wont get in shit for him not listening to me, I warned him, so its all on him. He could have waited till the truck stopped, and you fell out”

“You know” cut in Garrett “If you want me to like you and let you be part of the family you should be kissing my ass, so I agree with Bails, say sorry!” he said with a grin “Come ooooooonnnnnn, say it! Sayyyyyy it!”

“Alright that's enough we are almos-” Bailey cut herself off abruptly as her eyes found a familiar picture just ahead of them. “-st home” she spit out as a smile broke across her face.

The place was just as she remembered it, pulling up to the big house. She could finally picture it all. A blanket of white sparkling snow caressed everything it touched. The house looked magical covered in snow. Holly and lights were meticulously wrapped around each other and hung in precision placement along the rap-a-round porch. The lights created a gentle glow that bounced off the snow, creating a flying house effect just above the ground. The faded off white paint that covers the body of the house, seemed old and worn down, with the newly repainted dark blue shutters (something Bailey's mom had been talking about for over a year). 4 stories of big windows hugged the east side where the sun light would shine in, in the morning. The big windows housed each of the bedrooms, and the 4th floor was where the guest rooms were. Lilia’s (Baileys mother) bedroom is on the second floor, while Bailey's room is most of the third floor. The heart of the house was the bottom floor, where the living actually lived. The living room, kitchen and Colts room, make up the bottom floor with a couple bathrooms thrown in.