"Wow!" He started clapping. "I think I just fell in love with you. But I'm gonna suggest that we get out of here before my father decides we need to have a talk with him. Emmeline often gets what she wants and I don't exactly want to wait around and see how she manipulates my father." He gestured toward the garden again.

"But what about all my stuff?" I pointed at the vehicles slightly concerned that Barbie doll wanna be had just took off that way.

"Don't worry the staff wont allow her to touch a single one of your things. They are all VERY aware of how Emmiline really acts not the little show she puts on for my father and Claire." He grabbed my hand and started pulling me quickly past a large wall of shrubbery and I glanced back only to watch as the staff quickly start to disappear inside the front doors with my belongings. It did not take long before we came across a stunning sculpture fountain with a mermaid sitting combing through her hair perched on a rock as it sprouted water around her. I paused a moment to look at it and then I noticed that Dakota was still holding my hand. My face immediately got hot, looking back at the fountain in case Dakota looked at me. I did not want him to notice, I quickly pulled my hand away and ran it through my hair.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" I hesitantly asked him. He put the hand I was holding and shoved it into his pocket.

"Seems only fair after I interrogated you in the car on the way here. So shoot!" He gestured with his head to the bench that was only a few feet away from where we were standing that I had not noticed until now. I followed him to the bench a sat down, tucking my leg under me. He sat close enough that his thigh brushed my knee, gazing at my curiously.

"Why do you call your mom by her first name?" His face instantly dropped and I saw a whole shit in his body. He got up and walked back over to the front of the fountain.

"Because Claire isn't my mother. My father got remarried after my mother died. She's Emmiline's mother." He did not look back and me instead he picked a branch off of the closest bush to him and started picking the leaves off one by one and tossing them to the ground. I suddenly wished I had not asked the question.

"I'm sorry, my father remarried after my mom left. She turned out to be a really great mom though," I understood not liking having a new parental figure one hundred percent. I did not like my step mom or Hope when they first came into the picture after Zach. I felt like dad was trying to replace his whole family. But in the end I got a pretty cool stepmom who does actually care about us and a sister.

"Yeah I mean Claire tries it is just hard after my mom...." he trailed his sentence off but never finished it. "Its getting pretty late we should head inside so you can get settled in." He started walking toward what looked to be another entrance the garden.

"Yeah sure." I wondered what happened to his mom and why he was so hesitant to talk about it, but then again I hadn't mentioned anything about Zach to him. Some things are to painful to talk about, especially with someone you literally just met earlier today.

I followed him through the house which I decided that if I could not sleep tonight I would definitely would be exploring. We stopped in front of a door. "Well he is our room." he stated motioning for me to go into the room.

"I'm sorry did you just say our room?" I blinked at him in disbelief. "There is all this space in this house and we are sharing a room?"

"My father insists that you stay with me until your own room is ready. Besides you could always room with Emmiline if you would like." He shrugged like it was not a big deal. I'd rather put up with him than Barbie.

I glared at him, "Absolutely not!" He let out a chuckle shrugging his shoulders at me.

"It is your choice." He opened the door. I hesitated for a moment then walked in. I was surprised to find a few of my bags were waiting for me to unpack them. I assumed the rest had been placed in my room, I suppose I'll just unpack them when I finally get to see it. For now I must share my space, which to be honest I hated doing.

I looked around Dakota's room while he moved some of his items out of drawers to make room for my stuff. I suppose it was only partly what I expected to find, but I had to say the kid had taste. He had one wall that was a giant painting of the Beatles album where their all on the cross walk. It was quite beautiful to be honest, I wondered if they paid someone to paint it or if he had done it himself. On the opposite wall was his bed. The thing was huge, black and white covers. It looked extremely comfortable. I couldn't help but notice I had started walking toward it. I ran my hands across the super soft comforter. I crawled up onto the bed and laid down facing the ceiling. The bed didn't just look comfortable, it was, like I'm guessing it would feel like to lay among the clouds. I closed my eyes while continuing to rub my hands across the comforter. "Haven't even been here thirty minutes and you already wanna be in my bed," he commented walking toward me. I sat up and glared at him. His reply was wiggling his eyebrows at me and a devilish grin laid across his face. I lay back down but this time I noticed the ceiling or should I say what was on it. His whole ceiling was covered with concert posters and pictures. Pictures of him and the artists, others were just of the artists. Some were signed, others weren't. It was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen.

"This must have taken forever," I found myself saying out loud without meaning to. He laid down next to me only his feet were the opposite direction as mine but his head was right next to mine.

He looked at it and stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, "Yea, it did." I sighed it really was awesome. "I told you pictures are as important as a person's underwear. I'll take you to the next one I get tickets for if you want." That wasn't what I was expecting him to say at all.

"You don't have to, I don't want to intrude." I said turning to face him. He looked at me for a couple more minutes. He was examining my face, his eyes seemed to pause a little when they reached my lips.

He opened his mouth only nothing came out at first, "You wont be, I wouldn't have offered if you were." It was getting extremely strange that he kept having these sweet moments. Guess it was better than dealing with his rude perverted attitude. He jumped up from the bed quickly, disturbing my train of thought. "Well come on loser, lets go see if we can get you something to eat. I'm sure you are starving," he walked out of the room not even looking to see if I was following. I puffed my cheeks up with air before I exhaled all the air with a heavy sign. I honestly had not even thought about food in the crazy of everything. I suppose the last thing I eat was a few skittles before I fell asleep. I had to be honest I did not feel super hungry but I had to say that my stomach was rumbling. I followed him down to the kitchen but it looked like everyone was already at the table waiting for us. Suddenly I felt under dressed I was still in my tank top and shorts. Mr. Johnson and Claire were still dressed in their formal wear, Emmiline had even changed since I saw her earlier. She now wore a pink sundress. She gave my a glare before anyone could see. Yup definitely no way we will be friends or probably ever get along.

Dakota pulled my chair out for me, he took the seat that was next to her so that I did not have to.

"Thank you," I whispered to him as I took my seat.

"Don't get used to it." He winked at me, pushed in my chair and then took his seat.