The next morning consists of having a fancy breakfast, which makes me extremely uncomfortable, by the way, a meeting that I am left out of, which is fine by me, and the short car ride back home.

Since the guys have been dragging me around with them everywhere, to do absolutely nothing but enjoy the scenery and free food, I've felt like a burden, even more so than usual. I mean, they probably don't even want me here, and to me, that's perfectly understandable. Who would want some (overly) shy, fidgety, weird teenage girl following them around everywhere for no reason except that she has to?

I know these thoughts are completely irrational, because it's not like the guys ignore me all the time. They may not mind me tagging along everywhere, but then again, they might.

I shake my head, as if trying to rid myself of these confusing thoughts, which are now jumbling together into a huge mess. It's literally making my head hurt.

I sigh in relief as we pull up into the huge driveway that I've grown used to. I did not realize how much I love this house until I had to be away from it for three days. As soon as the car comes to a stop, I open the door and nearly sprint to the front door. As I step inside, I immediately hear little running footsteps and see Thomas and Shep running towards me with huge grins on their faces.

My heart swells at the sight, and I suddenly realize how much they look like their parents. I crouch down so I'm at eye level with them, and to my surprise, they hug me, very tightly. I smile a little. It's a lot for me to take in, how much we have bonded since I've moved in. These little guys mean the world to me already.

"Hey, guys!" I say, my voice sounding happier than I intended it to. "What've you been up to?"

"We made you cookies," they say, about at the same time, which causes me to laugh a little. "Come on, they're almost ready." They each take one of my hands and basically pull me through the house and into the kitchen. Luckily, I have really good balance, or I would have tripped and most likely taken the boys down with me.

"Hey, Gen," I say, greeting my...aunt as the boys and I reach our destination. She glances over at me as she takes a pan of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. She nods a little, which I take as a form of greeting. "So, you really made cookies, huh?" I question, as the Padalecki boys sit down at the counter and start poking each other or something.

"Yeah, they insisted," she replies, gesturing to her sons. A huge smile spreads across my face at the thought of them wanting to do something nice for me. "They need to cool down for ten or fifteen minutes," she continues. From the kitchen, we can hear a door shut in the other room, letting us know that Jared is finally in the house.

The sound makes the boys get up from their seats, mumbling something along the lines of 'daddy's home!' as they rush out of the room. Gen throws me a small smile as she leaves the room, trailing behind her sons.

The smell of chocolate chip cookies fills the air, and it takes every ounce of my restraint to keep myself from grabbing one. Instead, I somehow slip by the Padalecki family and sneak upstairs to my room, pulling out my iPhone and dialing the number of Mason's house.

"Hello?" I hear Teresa's voice on the other line as I shut my bedroom door.

"Hey, Teresa," I say. "It's Charlie."

"Oh, Mason's not here right now," she replies, immediately. "She had to go to the store with mom, but I'll tell her to call you back."

"Uhh... I don't want to talk to Mason right now," I say, my voice seeming smaller than it normally is. "I want to talk to you." I hear her sigh deeply, almost in frustration. I keep the phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder as I tug off my flannel and toss it on the bed.

"God, I'm going to kill her," she mumbles, and I almost find it humorous how her voice can be so small and so intimidating at the same time. "Charlie, it's no big deal. I have it under control. It's none of you business anyway, so why are you asking?" She rants on. I can't tell if she's stalling or if she is rambling on because she's nervous or embarrassed. Maybe both. "I'm almost thirteen years old! I'm not supposed to have this problem—"

"Teresa!" I snap, cutting her off. Her voice stops. "You don't have to tell me what the problem is. But you should at least tell your family. They're really worried about you." I hear her sigh again.

"They'll think I'm insane or something," she says. It scares me, it actually scares me to death, because her voice is so small right now, it even cracks a little when she speaks. In all the years I've known her, I've never seen her upset, and I've never seen her cry.

"No, they won't," I reply, trying to keep my voice calm and comforting. "They're your family. That means they're supposed to stick with you no matter what, through the good and the bad." I pause, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing deeply, realizing that Supernatural logic does not work with everybody. What else can I say to her? "Please? At least tell Mason." She's silent, for maybe a whole minute. Right when I think she hung up, she responds.

"Fine." She hangs up. I shut my phone off and toss it on the bed, feeling my heart beat erratically in my chest. Worry and fear possesses my every nerve, making me feel like I'm tied to a train track or something.

What if she has the same problem as me? What if she is too scared or overwhelmed to tell anybody, and she is stuck with this issue forever, like I most likely will be?

I lean back against my door, slowly sinking to the ground and hugging my knees to my chest. I love Teresa like a little sister. The thought of me being this many miles away from her as she struggles makes my stomach twists into knots, the ones that I can't figure out how to untie.

Just as tears start brimming in my eyes, someone knocks on my door, which sends vibrations through me. "What?" I mumble. I guess it's enough for the person on the other side to hear me.

"I brought you a cookie." A huge grin spreads across my face, and my worries are momentarily forgotten as I stand up and open the door. Thomas stands on the other side, holding a chocolate chip cookie up to me as he bites into his own.

"Thanks, bub," I reply, taking the cookie and ruffling his hair a little. "Come on, let's go downstairs." I shut my light off and leave the room. Thomas stretches his arms out towards me, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"Carry me," he insists, lips pouting slightly. I grin at his adorableness and lift him up, keeping one of my arms under his bottom as I eat my cookie with the other. He wraps an arm around my neck to keep from falling as I walk down the stairs.

And I can't help but think that moving in here might be one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me.

It is so insane how impulsive I will get when I start to care about a person. I will literally do the most ridiculous things for my friends, especially if they are upset or crying.

That's probably how I ended up trying to climb the tree outside Haley's window at eleven thirty pm on a Friday night. I tried to call her before, and she answered, sounding absolutely devastated.

It's really taken a toll on me, all these people around me with different issues. It makes me realize that the problems of my own are probably miniature compared to other people's. It makes me so upset to see other people in pain, for some reason.

After about ten minutes of failed attempts, I finally reach a high enough spot on the tree where I can reach Haley's window. Obviously, it would be on the second story of their house. It would be much easier to go in the front door, but her mom is home tonight, and she pretty much forbade Haley and Jason from seeing me again. I couldn't care less about that, though.

I somehow manage to lean forward enough without falling off the tree to tap on Haley's window three times. Her curtains are shut, and she isn't expecting me, so she will probably shit when she sees me.

The curtains jerk open, and I'm surprised to see Jason on the other side. He doesn't have his glasses on, and his hair is sticking up in random places, making him all the more cute. I grin at him widely, shoot my eyebrows up, and wave at him, realizing I accidentally came to his window instead of Haley's. He rolls his eyes, but opens the window nonetheless.

"Looks like I get to be Romeo in this story," I say, trying to keep my voice down so his parents don't wake up. He groans in frustration, flicking the lamp on by his bed and helping me into his room so I don't fall. As I step in, I try to keep quiet.

"What in God's name are you doing here?" He asks, his groggy British voice like music to my ears. "It's nearly midnight. Couldn't this wait till morning?" I feel a pang of guilt when I realize that I probably made him lose some of his precious sleeping time.

"I thought this was Haley's room," I reply, and take a moment to glance around at his room. The walls are lime green, with different sized posters and drawings hanging up random places. I also spot a stereo, a big screen television, and a grey desk. "She seemed upset on the phone, more so than usual." I furrow my eyebrows as my eyes happen to spot his book shelf, and I'm even more confused when I see Fifty Shades of Grey on it.

I give Jason a pointed look, a small smirk playing on my face. He lowers his eyebrows. "What?" He questions, sitting on the edge of his bed, which has a black and blue bedspread..

"You like Fifty Shades?" Right after I ask, I notice his face get a little darker than it was before, which gives me an uncomfortably pleasuring spark of satisfaction.

"It was a gift," he murmurs, and I snicker. I have not read the book myself, but I have heard quite a few things about it. Jason doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's into stuff like that, though. "Can you quit snooping, please? Haley's room is right across the hall." I smirk a little, walking towards him and puckering my lips a little.

"How about a kiss?" I tease, moving even closer to him. He groans in frustration before pushing me out of his room and into the hallway. "Okay, but I have to come back to get out." He grumbles 'fine' before shutting the door, and it nearly hits me in the face. "Rude," I mutter, turning around and turning Haley's door knob, quietly stepping in.

"Mom, I told you to go away—" Haley looks up at me from her bed and stops talking, her eyes widening as she sees me. "How did you get in here?"

"Jason's window," I reply, shutting her bedroom door behind me. "Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I get to beat it out of you?" She rolls her eyes, chucking a soft blue pillow at me. I immediately notice her tear-stained cheeks and her puffy, red eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it." She buries her face in her pillow.

"Well, obviously you don't," I reply, as sort of a 'duh' statement. No one with tears streaming down their face really wants to confess what's wrong. "Is it your mom?" I ask, hoping she will answer, and to my surprise, she actually does.

"No," she responds, sitting up in her bed and wiping her eyes. "It's Emily." I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what kind of trouble they could be having. They seemed so happy the last time I saw them together.

"What's going on?" I wonder out loud. Haley groans in frustration, and I can now see just how tired and exhausted she looks.

"Charlie, you have no idea how much I appreciate this, but I'm really tired. I know if I sleep, I'll probably feel better in the morning. You should just go home." I purse my lips together, nodding a little. For some reason, my stomach twists into knots and I suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable. "Oh, but you can come over tomorrow. My dad wants to meet you."

"Why?" I throw back, not knowing why I'm suddenly so defensive. Her mother seems to hate me, so I automatically assume that her dad will, too.

"Jason and I told him about you. You know, I think he'll actually like you a lot. He's not as bad as our mom." I nod again, feeling a little relieved as I open her door and head out into the hallway

"I'll call in the morning," I murmur before leaving.

The knots in my stomach are leaving me very confused.