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I gazed at my box filled house. This was so amazing... yet so messy.

"So!" Dad's voice boomed out in the kitchen. I assumed he was talking to the blonde guy, unless he was having an affair with some imaginary friend. I walked closer, trying to move in a stealthy way.

"Do you like my daughter, son?" he asked.

I heard a nervous laugh. "She's really nice..very pretty."

"Oh really?" My dad said. I clapped my mouth over my mouth to try not and giggle over my dad's friendly sarcasm. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

I could hear in Dad's voice that he didn't totally trust him. I'd promised myself I'd never get involved with a guy like Jack again... "I would love to. If it's not to much trouble for you..."

"No problem, son, we just need to find the dinner table around here." Dad looked around and they both laughed.

I stoped myself from screaming. Hes really staying for dinner! I couldn't believe it! But what was this amazing guy's name? He never told me, but I swear he looked familiar... I looked in to the mirror that was beside me. "Oh my G- my hair looks like-" I whispered a bit too loud.

"Amy, are you there?" Dad called from the kitchen.

"I'm going to my room!" I called back. I started walking, until I remembered that I'd never been in this house before. "Uhh... Dad? Which room is my room?" I heard laughing in the kitchen and could feel my cheeks turning slightly red.


I finally found my room amongst the all the mess scattered in the hallway. Bless me, I've got the second floor. Darned Dad must've done that so he wouldnt have to excersise as much.

At first glance I thought my room was a beach, but then I realized what was going on. I had an ocean front room!! My bad, Dad, I tried to telepathically send my thought downstairs, I take back the darnedness I put on you.

I stepped in gingerly, careful not to step on the barefloor on my way to the full-glass wall. The place must've just been built, judging by the badly needed paint job and the sawdust littering the floor in little piles scattered around. I could see probably from here to Yugoslavia..wherever that was. Or at least from here to the beach, which was excellently planted just two blocks from here.

"Liking the place so far?"

I jumped at the sudden voice. What is it with dads always trying to scare their 17 year old daughters? I turned around with a smile on my face, and was surprised by who was before me. "You're not my dad..."

"I'm a bit too young for that aren't I?" the blonde guy(who I really wish I could remember, if I've seen him before) replied.

"Yeah" I giggled... How stupid am I right now? Before I mess up any more, maybe I should get his name...

"So what's your name?" I asked, a shy smile suddenly put on display on my face.

"Amy," he replied with a completely straight face.

"Really?" I asked incredulously. My mouth dropped open and I quickly closed it up. Oh, the things we could do with the same name together..Ohh, thinking wrong again.

"No," he chuckled as he too gingerly walked over the sawdust intruded floor, stopping beside me and the full length glass windows. "It's Aaron."

"Like as in run me an e-r-r-a-n-d?" I asked coyly, a smirk replacing my smile.

"No," he replied again, this time with a devious smirk on his gorgously tanned face. He put his long arm around my shoulder. In a brotherly way, I told myself.

"It's like A to the A to the R-O-N."

Oh. My- If there hadn't been glass between me and the balcony next to me I would have jumped.

"Hmm... I thought I'd seen you somewhere before." Was that the best thing I could think to say?! What the hell is wrong with me today?? "So... You wanna paint the walls?" I asked, "I mean, like maybe in a couple of days?" That's more like it!

"You took that pretty well, I half expected you to jump at me.." Aaron looked me in my eyes.

I nervosly laughed as I looked out at my balcony again. "What can I say, I'm not that kind of person." I looked back at Aaron; he was smiling, but he didn't look like he was all that happy...

"Aaron, what's wrong? I mean, I know I just met you, and I'd understand if you wouldn't want to pour all your worries out to a complete stranger, but is something wrong?" I asked slowly.

He broke his gaze away from my green eyes and shook his head just as slowly.

"Are you sure?" I probed. He shook his head. "Have a seat," I said in my best shrink voice. I gestured toward the floor than realized the exact situation we were having about the furniture. "Or just stand up."

He laughed and I felt kinda stupid again, and again I could feel my cheeks getting red.

"DINNER!" Dad yelled from downstairs. Thank God! Aaron looked relieved that he got out of telling me whatever he seemed to be hiding, at least for the moment.

He grasped my hand lightly and whispered into my ear. "C'mon. Let's go eat."