A/N: Don't forget to listen to the song on the side! (: -->

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7 A.M. waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta go dow-- I pressed down on my alarm clock once, already feeling animate. And no, it wasn't because the song I used 'Friday' by Rebecca Black as my alarm clock song. It was because I felt spontaneously happy.

I checked which side of the bed I was sleeping on, just to make sure. I was sleeping on the same side as I had yesterday, and nothing appeared to be out of order. I made my way out of bed in bewilderment as I freshened myself up.

I skipped down the stairs tunefully as I walked into the kitchen -- only to find Pamela already making breakfast. "Mornin' Pam," I greeted her sincerely as I kissed her cheek.

Pamela's eyes widened in perplexity as she gaped at me.

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling self concious. "Is there something on my face?"

Pamela laughed heartily at my words. "Yeah -- a smile."

"Is that so unusual?" I questioned, not understand what she meant.

She shook her head, still chuckling. "No. It's just that, for the first time in a few months, you look genuinely happy."

"Should I not be?" I asked, giving her a playful smile.

"No, not at all--" Pamela quickly said. "You look a lot better when you're happy. I like this version of you, kiddo."

It was my turn to laugh at her words. "Yeah, I like this version of me a lot too. . ." I murmured, mainly to myself. "So, what are you making?"

"Only your favorite break-fast in the whole wide world!" Pamela cried.

An amused smile lit up my face. "French toast, pancakes, sausage, bacon and eggs? I knew today was going to be a good day." I declared. "Do you need some help?"

"A helping hand is always welcomed," Pamela smirked.

I sent her a toothy grin before picking up a measuring cup and inspecting it. I took my time when it came to cooking, and I was very accurate, which explained why I used items experienced cookies mainly didn't. I poured as much flower as I was supposed to, placed it onto a bowl which was already filled up with water, and began stirring. The pancake mix we bought was easier to make and less time consuming because it already had the ingredients you needed.

Pamela turned on the radio and put on some music, careful not to put it up too high so she wouldn't wake up my dad. He was usually up by now, so that was weird. I looked at the time and realized it was only 9:06 A.M. "Wow," I said. "I'm surprised I woke up this early."

"You consider this early?" Pamela snorted. "I'm surprised your father can sleep in so late. Maybe that's who you get it from. I'm an early bird."

I nodded my head. "Like father. . .like daughter?" No, that didn't sound right. But Pamela didn't correct me because she knew I was on a winning streak today and happy.

"Something like that," she teased, winking at me.

I giggled as I emptied the bowl into a batter dispenser and laid it out on the already buttered and set pan. As the pancakes began to sizzle, I stepped back and admired my work. I rarely cooked when I visited my dad because Pamela was such a great cook already. It was only when they went out on dates or events that I had to cook for myself.

Now with Nathaniel in the picture, I knew I'd have to be cooking for two.

The baby monitor suddenly went off as we heard Nathaniel's cries. "Watch the food for me until I get back?" She asked -- more like pleaded.

"How about you watch the food while I go and take care of Nathan? This house is so nice. You wouldn't want me to burn it down, would you?" I asked.

Pamela chuckled. "You're right," she mumbled. "Thanks, sweetheart."

"No problamo." I responded, trying my best to muster up a spanish accent, which sounded more like a Southern accent if anything. Fail. I sprinted up the stairs and into Nathaniel's room. It was the color of baby blue, and had different kinds of animals such as monkeys and elephants printed on the wallpaper.

I tip-toed toward his crib and gazed below as I had realized he'd fallen asleep. His eyes were shut tight as he spread his body out in an awkward position. His face was no longer red as it was around the time he was born, but it gradually turned into a faint shade of pink. He was the cutest baby I've ever seen, and no -- I'm not just saying that because he's my baby brother.

I stepped out of the room as quickly as I had came in before I could say 'awe' or make a comment about how cute he was out loud, which would most likely wake him up. I walked into my room and plopped down on my bed, pulling out my iPhone which I'd kept under my pillow.

I had recieved several Twitter notifications and six news text messages. I pressed on the one from Alli's first.

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Sis <3: g'morning! xD i can't believe i'm gonna get to see you today. it's been way too long

Crap. I forgot Alli was coming today. How could I forget?

Me: morning (: it's only been a week, aha! but i'm so excited to see you

I wasn't lying. I was excited to see my best friend.

Sis

Me: true, true xD so what time do you get here?

Sis

Me: that sounds cool with me xD as long as pam & dad allow it, you've got yourself a date!

Sis

Me: we sure are, sugar lips

Sis <3: w/e you say, baby cakes!

Alli and I are such weird best friends. But you've gotta love us!

Me: lol alright (: we'll i'll let you finish packing.

Sis

Me: because you're alli simpson. the chick who leaves everything for last minute.

Sis

Me: of course i do. you're my g/f aren't you?

Sis

Me: bahaha :D alright, ttyl love

Sis: <3<3

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The time went by quickly. Even though I was leaving for vacation tomorrow, that didn't stop my family from doing their usual weekend chores. After I finished doing my chores and eating lunch, Pamela took me out to the nail salon to get manicures and pedicures -- which is where we are now.

"This feels so good." Pamela moaned in satisfaction as she adjusted the toolbar on her massage chair.

I smiled at the feeling of my massage chair. "I know right," I agreed. "I could get used to this."

Pamela opened one of her eye's. "Don't get too used to it, kiddo." She warned me.

"I know, I know," I replied sadly.

Pamela and I only went out to do our nails every once in a while. I had an entire nail polish collection set at home, and Pamela thought it was a waste of money to do our nails if we could do it at home.

"What color would you like to paint your nails, ma'am?" The young woman kneeled down in front of me asked.

I chewed on my lower lip in thought. "A crimson red, please." I replied. "It'll match my dress for tonight."

Pamela's eyes were now wide open. "Tonight?" She asked, "what do you mean?"

Shoot. I forgot to ask her! "Oh, yeah," I began, "well I was hoping I could go out tonight with a friend. If that's okay with you and dad, of course." I said.

Pamela nodded. "It's totally okay -- hey, even more than okay. You're absolutely allowed to!" She said, sounding a little more preppy than usual.

"Uh. . ." I nervously said, knowing she was going to bring up something awkward. I could tell by the way amusement was flashing through her eyes.

"A friend, huh?" She winked, elbowing me. "What kind of friend?"

Oh gosh.

"Don't worry, no more boyfriends for me." I muttered. "It's a friend that's a girl."

Her eyes widened in shock. "A girl?"

"Yeah, is that bad?" I asked, suddenly feeling worried.

"No -- not at all!" She quickly said. "I'm just. . .surprised. When did you start feeling this way? I didn't know you were into that. But hey, I'm not judging. I did some pretty crazy things back in High School, too," she babbled, smiling at a memory.

My jaw dropped in realization as to what she meant. "No! It's Alli!"

"You're dating Alli!?"

"No -- no! We're just going out. As friends. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Zilch, nada, kapish." I explained quickly.

"Oh," she nodded dumbfoundly. "That makes sense."

There was an awkward silence before I decided to break it. "So, you did some 'crazy' things back in High School, huh?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, her face flushing in embarrassment. "Let's talk about that some other time, okay?"

"How about we forget this conversation ever happened and we never talk about it again?"

"Sounds good. I agree."

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"Hello, I have a reservation here at 7:00 P.M." I told the waitor, holding up an old student I.D. as some sort of identification.

The young man nodded as he led me toward a back table. The restaraunt's walls matched the color of my dress - red. It had dark but interesting canvases, and cool artwork. There were candles set on each table, giving it a romantic feel.

"It appears your date has not arrived," the waitor said. At least I think that's what he said. He had a heavy accent, making it sound like he'd just 'it-aw-peas-yo-day-ha-nah-arrive."

I nodded, sliding into the booth. "She's running late."

"What did you say?" He asked. Instead, it sounded like 'wha-dee-you-say'?

I talked slowly and clearly for him to understand. "I. Said. She's. Running. Late."

"She? What do you mean she?" or 'shay?-wha-do-you-meeh-shay?'

"She. Hasn't. Arrived. Yet." I repeated.

"No, there's no she waiting for you, crazy woman." or 'na-ders-no-shay-wait-tan-fer-you-cray-zee-whoa-man.'

"I'm. Not. The. Crazy. One. Here. Sir." I half-yelled, becoming slightly more than irritated.

"Yes you are! Are you mocking my accent?" or 'yah-you-arh-arh-you-maw-keen-my-ah-hent?'

Just then, my phone began vibrating in my purse. It was Alli. I held up a finger to the man to let him know I needed to take this call, to which he responded by rolling his eyes and storming off somewhere into the back. "Finally!" I cried into the phone. "This place is gorgeous, but the reception here is so bad. I have so much to tell you when you get inside. Are you out--"

Alli cut me off shortly. "Please don't be mad," she hoarsly said. The call ended, and I stared down at my phone in confusion. What the heck did she mean?

I looked back up to find the familiar set of blue eyes I'd always seem to get myself lost in. To find the familiar locks of blonde hair that I thought I'd never be able to see in person again.

"You-seeh-ahm-naw-cray-zee." The waitor stated, grinning at me victoriously as he led Cody toward my table.

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