Layne's mother looked at me for a moment and then headed upstairs. Layne took off his brown jacket and threw it to the floor and then waved his hand for me to follow him. "So," He began, shoving an apple piece in his mouth that he stole from his sister I believe. "Hey! Layne that's mine!" She squeeled as he rolled his eyes and walked away from her. "What rich person you want to work for?" He ask, pulling out a list of names. "Uh, well. I don't much mind." He threw back his head as if he was going to laugh but soon looked back at the paper. "The three nicest people on here would be, Mrs. and Mr. Polx, Mrs. Brutus, or Mrs. and Mr. Fric. Your choice." I looked around for a moment and then grabbed the paper from his hands. He reached forward to snatch it back but he couldn't reach it. "It says that they're the meanest of all these people!" I shreik. "Why are you trying to get me to go there!" I say, frowning at him.

He cocked his head to the side and then began to bite on his finger nails, "I don't know." The little girl sitting at the table lid off her chair and ran out infront of me and Layne. "He did it because he's a big fat meanie head." She said. She crossed her and arms and began to shake her head violently. "Okay, well. Can you tell me who the nicest people are?" I ask. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the paper, forcing me to bend down to look at it. "You see this girl right here?" I nod my head. "She's the nicest. I don't know how in the world to pronounce her name. But she's nice." And with that, she dropped the paper and stormed off upstairs. Layne picked pieces of apple from his teeth and spoke through his teeth to me. "She's a brat, right?" I shrugged my shoulders and he grabbed my wrist. "Come with me." He guided me upstairs and into an empty room. We stood there for about ten minutes before I finally asked what it was.

"This was my la mere and pere's room." I couldn't decide on what 'pere' and 'la mere' meant so finally, I asked. "It means mother and father. Dumb ass..." This was the moment that I finally got fed up with him and smacked him with the back of my hand, leaving a red mark. "You sir need to watch what you say!" I yelled. He glarred at me and then made a low growling sounds, don't ask why this scared me, but it did. I turned on my heels and ran down stairs, his foot steps being not even a foot behind me. I screamed as I slipped on the hard wooden floor in the kitchen and landed on my face. My head hit the floor and I turned on my back just as he sat on me. "Get off!" I yelled, squirming under neath him. "You are so childish!" I screamed. He stuck his tongue out at me and began to let the spit slid out of his mouth and hang it over me. "Ew! Layne!" Then, the spit dropped. Landing on my eye. I screamed, knowing how childish my next action was and screamed as loud as I possibly could, "Mommy!"

Everyone knows that no girl that is about to turn eighteen should still be using the word mommy. Layne jumped off of me and stood by the counter and his mom walked in. "Layne! What did you do!" Layne shrugged and got himself a glass of milk. His mother bent down and held out a hand to me, "I'm sorry. Layne is very, very, childish." "Am not!" He argued back. "Layne! You are nineteen years old and you still do this crap!" She screamed at him. He wrinkled his nose at her and then put down his glass. "Mum!" He yelled at her. She looked sharply at him, "How else am I suppose to act!" She rolled her eyes and him and looked back at me, "My names Nicole by the way. You can call me mom, mum, mummy, mommy, la mere. Doesn't matter. I apologize about my son, he may look handsome but, he doesn't act like he is. This is how he was treated his whole life so he doesn't know how else to act."

I nodded my head even though I didn't fully understand why he had to act so stupidly. I grabbed the towel that Nicole had handed out to me and wiped the spit from my face with it. When she left the room Layne did something that couldn't have confused me more. He ran over, wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. Not a short mommy kiss, but a long, real kiss. After a long time, he finally broke the kiss and looked at me. Neither of us said anything. After a moment he leaned back in to me and kissed me again. This time even longer. I could feel the inside of my body start to tingle as it spreaded through out the rest of my body. Then, therte was a quiet but harsh, "Ew." From the other side of the room that made me and Layne jump away from each other. Layne rolled his eyes and tucked me back in his arms, "Go away Amy." "Um...You shouldn't be kissing on your girlfriend in the kitchen. It's nasty." "Go away Amy! You're seven what would you know about kissing!" Then, she rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen.

She closely resembled her mother but nothing of the little sister resembled Amy. Amy had thick straight autumn hair that, like her mother's, hung just to her jaw and curled underneath of it. But the little girl from earlier had bright green emerald eyes that glistened and thin dark brown hair that reached all down her back. It took me a while to realize that again, Layne was kissing me. I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and hoped her hadn't seen what happened. Foot steps came twords the kitchen but Layne didn't pull away. I tried to get my body out of his grip but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw Nicole, standing in the door way. Arms crossed. She took a breath and then walked over to Layne, grabbing his ear and jerking him away from me. His eyes got wide beore he realized what had happened and then he moaned. "Muuuuum!" "Don't you mu me young man." And now I understood why Layne acted like a child, he was treated like one. She sent him to his room.