"I think I'm going to be permanently the color aqua." I laughed as I trudged down the stairs at noon the next day, Jake right behind me. We had gotten up early and painted my room and then ended up having a paint fight. Thank God that I had a tarp on the floor.

"What did you two do?" asked my dad. "Wait on second thought, I don't think I want to know."

"You're probably right."

"At least go take a shower before lunch." We nodded and trudged back up stairs to clean up. After that we ran back down stairs and enjoyed the meal thrown together from whatever we had in our cupboards because Jake and I were too lazy to go to the store. We ate and then had other things to do.

"Hey Jake can you move your car to the drive way to work on it because I need the garage to paint my furniture."

"Can't you paint without me moving the car?"

"Not unless you want the Rabbit to be a lovely shade of yellow or pink."

"Fine I'll move it right away." he said grabbing his keys. I set up the power painter and my yellow paint. I painted my bed frame and dresser yellow. Then I cleaned out the painter and painted my shelves and my bedside table fuchsia. While the furniture dried I went up to my room and painted the chair rail and mop boards lime green. Then I grabbed my wallet and went to the store to get my new bedding. I got zebra stripe bedding and some colorful throw pillows as well as some frames and a memo board. I picked up a bright purple desk too so that worked out well. I put everything in the garage for the night and started making dinner and cleaning the house. We ate the dinner I made which consisted of grilled Italian seasoned chicken on ciabatta bread with steamed russet potatoes. As you can tell I am the cook of the family.

"Dinner was wonderful, sweetheart."

"Yeah it was really good."

"Thank you!" I did the dishes and we all sat on the couch for a couple hours watching TV and when I got tired I kicked Jake and dad out and made my bed on the couch. I fell asleep to sweet dreams of everything but sugar plums.

The next morning I woke up and upon realizing we had no food left in the house, scrawled a note on the back of some scrap paper and went to the store. After that I made pancakes and sausage and had everything set up by time the smell had wafted upstairs and got my dad's attention. Jake can sleep through anything so I had to march upstairs and throw him out of bed demanding that he greet the day and get downstairs before I ate his portion of food. The only reason he came down stairs was because his food was in danger.

After breakfast I lugged all of my furniture upstairs to set up my room. Once everything was set up I made the bed and set up all of my clothes and pictures. Then I set up my bathroom. After that I got to make lunch. After lunch I went upstairs to decide what to wear to dinner at the Taylors that night. After all it was Friday. After I picked out my outfit, I decided to make a pie for desert to be nice. Apple pie always goes over well. After the pie was out to cool I went upstairs to get dressed and do my hair and makeup. As I was putting in my earrings and adjusting my sweater I heard the door open. "Ooh, pie!" Jacob exclaimed.

"Don't touch it!" I growled, bounding down the stairs. "It's for dinner with the neighbors tonight now go get dressed and try not to look like the schmuck I know you are."

"Why are you so mean to me? First you deny me pie and then you insult me. Some sister you are." Jake said with faux resentment. I just laughed and put the pie into a container. I wheeled my dad into his room to get ready and left the boys too it.

***1 hour later***

"Will you hurry up, Jake? I swear you take longer in the bathroom than I do, and that is saying something." I screamed from the foot of the stairs.

"Sorry, I was trying not to look like a schmuck." he said running past me.

"Are you going to hold that against me forever?"

"Probably, now let's go we're going to be late."

"Do I want to know?" dad asked.

"Probably not, let's go." I said wheeling him down the ramp Jake made for the front steps. When we got to the Taylor's door Jake picked up dad and I took his wheelchair and set it up on the front porch. Jake carried dad up the stairs and set him in the chair. Then I readjusted Jake's shirt and wiped the dirt off of his face (I swear he was clean when we left the house). I knocked on the door and it was answered by Jill.

"Hi Jade, Billy nice to see you again, Oh you must be Jacob, it's nice to meet you." Jill said shaking all of our hands.

"The pleasure is all mine." Jake replied. He could be rather nice when he wanted to be.

"Thank you for inviting us over Jill, I made a pie for desert." I said.

"Oh you didn't have to do that, but its appreciated all the same. Here you guys can come in and meet my husband and my kids." she said ushering us in and closing the door. "Billy, Jade, Jacob this is my husband, Tim and my kids, Brad, Randy, and Mark. Guys these are our knew neighbors Billy, Jacob, and Jade." I would have said something but I was too busy staring at the middle boy. Randy I think his name was. My whole world was rearranging as I stood staring at this boy.

Oh. My. God.