Okay, so this is part two of my fã fiction. The first part was posted yesterday, so if you haven't read it, read that first before you read this, because if you dont you will be confused. Enjoy! And look for my other fã fiction that was also posted today called California Girls.Enjoy!

    We just got every thing packed up and put in the U-Haul. I climb in to the front assento of my brothers’ Mercedes, which he got from our parents when we found out we were moving. My parents are driving the U - Haul, and I sure as hell don’t want to ride with them. Nick starts the car, and pulls out slowly from our drive way. I look back at the início that I’ve always known, but soon that fades away in the distance. As Nick drives down the street, we pass my favorito places. Central Park, Times Square, The Giant Toy store with a Ferris wheel inside.
    Every thing passing por me, and I can’t even reach out and hold on to it. I can’t take any of those things with me, they all stay while I’m being whisked away to the country. I see my friends walking down the street, and a tear trickles down my cheek.
Chapter Three
    I sleep for the rest of the ride, and I wake up to see that my surroundings have completely changed. Gone is the concrete jungle, replaced por a de praia, praia with houses lined up on the sand. My parents drive up and in to a drive way, and I see the new house. The sold sign in red letters jumps out at me, and it’s as if it’s saying : ‘Good luck.’
    I get out of my brothers car and slam the door shut.
    “Yo! I know you’re mad , but don’t take it out on my whip!” Nick says. I roll my eyes and go open the back of the U- Haul truck. My mom walks up.
     “Me and your father put a tag on the rooms saying which one is yours, it has your name on it.” She says.
    “Whatever.” I say, which for teens, is some thing we all say with our own meaning.
    I grab as much as I can carry and go in the house and up stairs. I have to walk all the way down the hall and then I finally see the door with my name on it. I open the 䡃䭎䭗⁓
†I say, which for teens, is some thing we all say with our own meaning.
    I grab as much as I can carry and go in the house and up stairs. I have to walk all the way down the hall and then I finally see the door with my name on it. I open the door and have to set down my boxes and take in the room. I have a study before my room, and an amazing bedroom with an Etahn Allen cama in the middle, and a bathroom off to the side. I get settled in, and I fall asleep.
BEEP!!
    BEEP!!!
    BEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!!!!!

    “God damn you Nick, what the fuck is your problem?” I say.     To my immature brother who has to act like an alarm clock to wake me up.
    “I gotta go to town, I’m getting some pot, do you want some or not?” Nick says.
     “Yeah, if you can find any in this fucking place.” I say.
    “True dat. Bye lil sis, see you later.” Nick says.
     “Yeah, yeah. Bye início fry, whatever.” I say and try to sleep again. Of course I can’t! My lovely mother walks in to scold me.
    “Get ready for church! It’s Sunday!” She says.
    “Jesus! Help me with my insane mother!” I say, clasping my hands together and looking at my ceiling. I look at my mom. “It didn’t work, sadly you’re still here.” I say.
    “Fine.” My mom says and leaves.
    I roll out of cama and amble to my bathroom. After I take a nice long shower, I get out and dry my hair. As soon as I’m finished, I put on my bathing suit and a pair of shorts and a tank top, then I head down to the de praia, praia for a walk. The sand massages my feet as I walk down to the pier, I sit on the ledge and gaze at the waves rolling in the water.
    “Hey.” A male voice says from behind me.
    I turn, and almost faint. It’s the guy from my dream!!!! Oh God! What is wrong with the world? If I dream that I’m a billionare, will that happen too?
    I smile. “Hi.” I say.
     He holds out his hand. “I’m Andrew.” He says.
     “I’m Laurie.” I say and shake his hand, when he releases my hand, I can still feel his touch.
    “You’re my new neighbor. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say hi yesterday, but I wanted you to get settled in.” He says.
    “Oh. Well, thanks for introducing your self.” I say.
    “Do you want to hang out today?” He asks. I pretend to think about it.
    “What could we do here? I’ve never been here so, I feel out of place.” I say.
     “It’s okay. I’m an expert. The one thing we’re not going to be doing for another two weeks is go to school.” He says.
    “Yay, I feel so much better knowing I won’t have to deal with the douche bag popular crowd right away. Are you going to my school?” I ask.
    “Yep. There’s only one high school here. It’s my junior year, how about you?” He says.
     “One high school? Wow. But any way, same here, junior year.” I reply.
    “Cool. Do you know what homeroom you’re in?” He asks.
    “Yeah…… Mrs. Carlson? I’m supposed to get my class schedule soon.” I respond.
     “Really? She’s my homeroom teacher too!” He says.
    “Okay, I’ll at least know one person, but you probably won’t want to be seen with the new kid.” I say.
    “You’re right. I better go, you’ll ruin my popular douche bag image.” He says jokingly.
    “You’re one of them?” I ask in reproach.
    He laughs. “No way! I’m not in to all that shit.” He says.
    “Good, because that would really suck. You have an awesome personality, and if you were one of them, I’d hate you.” I say.
    “I’m so glad you don’t hate me then.” He says.
    “Okay well, what are you going to show me first?” I say, trying to shake off that slightly awkward comment.
    “How about I show you all the stores?” He says.
    “Sure.” I say and hop off of the ledge.

After we walk all through town, we go back to the de praia, praia and sit in the sand.
    “This town is so small and quiet.” I say, running my fingers through the sand.
    “Where are you from any way?” He asks.
     “Manhattan.” I say.
    “I went there once, I liked it. I can see why you’re not really happy about being here.” He says.
     “It’s okay, I’ve got Nick.” I say.
    “Is that your boyfriend?” He says, with a little tinge of hurt in his voice.
     “No! No way! Nick’s my brother! He’s also my best friend…. But my boy friend? God no!” I say.
    “Oh. Good to hear.” He says. I laugh and slap him on the arm.
    “Yo! Laurie!” I hear Nick call from behind me.
    “By the way, my brothers a wigger.” I whisper to Andrew.
    “I’ve been looking for you all day. I got the we-”
    “Hey Nick! I want you to meet my friend Andrew.” I say, giving Nick my shut- the- fuck- up look. I don’t want Andrew to know I do pot.
    “Oh, hey. I’m Nick, her older brother.” He says.
    Andrew nods. “Nice to meet you.” He says.
    “Laurie, I need to talk to you.” Nick says.
    “Okay.” I say and stand. I walk away a little so that Andrew doesn’t hear the conversation. “I got the pot, it wasn’t that hard to find.” He says. “Okay, cool.” I say. “I also got a job.” He says. “Really? Doing what?” I ask. “Selling drugs.” He says. “Really?” I say, stunned. “No. I’d never sell drugs. They’d be all gone because we’d use it all.” He says.
    “True.” I say, remembering the time that we actually tried to sell, all the drugs we had were gone in two days. End of the hustler career. “Well, just come in my room when you want to get high.” He says. “Alright.” I say. “Now it’s time to embarrass you.” He says. “What are you-” I say, then Nick cuts me off when he lunges towards me and throws me over his shoulder.
    I start kicking and screaming. “Nick! You fucker! Stop it!” I say. He slams me in the sand, and all the wind is knocked out of me. He laughs. “Here, let me help you up.” He says, putting his hand out for me to grab. I reach for it and use my feet to knock his legs out from under him and pull him down as I roll to the side and get up.
    “You’re gonna get it now!” He screams and scrambles up. “Andrew! Lets go!” I say. He starts running with me. “Follow me!” He says. He turns in to an alley and we hide behind a piece of wood. We both laugh. Me and Andrew are very close. “Thanks for that.” I say. “No problem.” He says, staring at my lips. He looks me in my eyes and swallows. He looks back down at my lips, then shakes it off and looks me in my eyes again. “What now? I have no clue where Nick is.” I say. “I guess we can go back to the beach.” He says. I walk out of the alley first and Nick runs up and tackles me. I fall on my back, and Nick pins me down. “You can’t fight a black man.” He says. “You’re white, now get off me!” I say. “Say I’m black and I’ll get off you.” He says. “Fine, you’re black.” I say. He gets off me.
    I stand up and say, “I take it back.” And run down the dock. “Take it back! I’m black!” Nick shouts as he chases after me. “Never!” I say. I jump over the ledge and plunge in to the water. I come out under the dock and shake the water out of my hair. Nick and Andrew run up. “You made me get wet you black asshole.” I say and laugh. Nick runs up and tackles me, sending us both in to the water. Andrew joins us, and we all splash each other. Once we’re sopping wet, we stop and walk down the de praia, praia and to our houses. “You can come over in a little bit Andrew, I just have to change first.” I say. I hurry and change. A half hora later, the door sino rings and I hurry to get it.
    “Hey Andrew. My parents are at church, so you don’t have to meet them.” I say. He laughs. “Okay.” “Follow me, this is the one place where I know my way around.” I say, leading him up stairs to my room. “What, no tour of the house?” He says jokingly. I shake my head. We get in my room. I sit on my cama and turn on my TV. Andrew sits down seguinte to me. “Yo Laurie! When are we gonna try this gum out?” Nick says, walking in to my room. He sees Andrew and stops talking. “Don’t worry Nick, we’ll bake it later.” I say. He nods. “Well, you two have fun.” He says as he walks out. “And remember to use a condom!” He shouts over his shoulder.
    “Nick! I just met him! And we’re friends!” I shriek. “I can’t believe he just said that.” I say. “It’s okay.” Andrew chuckles. “He’s such a sick fuck.” I say. “Hey, at least he’s looking out for you. Any other brother would’ve said, ‘try not to bust a nut.’ But Nick didn’t.” He says. “This happened to you before!?” I say. “Oh yeah, many times.” He says. “Well, I think you’re a little too over experienced.” I say. Nick walks back in. “Hey! Your cama isn’t broken yet. May be you should get the guy who broke it in the city over here.” He says. “You’ve actually broke your cama before?” Andrew says. “Hell yeah!” Nick says. Andrew looks at me and his mouth drops open. “Oh. My. God. I broke my cama before too!” He says. “Really? That’s awesome!” I say and we all laugh.
    “Um, Nick can you please leave so me and Andrew can not break my bed?” I say. “You don’t want me to break your bed?” Andrew says, feigning disappointment. “Not yet.” I say with a wink. “Oh my God, you guys are too white for me.” Nick says, walking out of my room. Andrew laughs. “Your brother is crazy.” He says. “Black people nowadays.” I say, and we both laugh. “So what do you want to do now?” Andrew says. “Well, I don’t want to stay in my room all day.” I say. “Not even with me?” He says jokingly. “Not yet.” I say. “Okay, well I do know the best places to hang out.” Andrew says. “If it’s your bedroom, then you can do that por your self.” I reply. He does a sharp in take of breath. “I’m not that kind of guy.” He says. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I demand. “Just that I don’t take girls to my room on a first date.” He says.
    “This is not a date.” I say. “Not yet.” He replies. I rolls my eyes and follow him out the door. A little later after we walk around for a while, we go back to the beach. The sun is making it’s decent to the horizon, and the as cores are amazing. “Is this a great first encontro, data or what?” Andrew says. I chew on my lip. Do I want to be with him? “Yeah, it was pretty fun.” I say. “So it was a date?” He asks. I nod mutely. “Geez, I didn’t even hold your hand.” He says in a semi- joking way. “The dates not over until I go home.” I say. He smiles and laces his fingers through mine. I laugh. I amor how warm his hand feels in mine. I even like the fact that his lips are getting closer to mine. I usually don’t kiss people on a first date, or even when I’ve only just met them today, but I want to kiss him so I don’t object when his lips connect with mine. I actually do the opposite. I tilt my head up and make the kiss deeper. When the encontro, data is over, Andrew walks me back to my house and kisses me on the porch under the stars.
        “See you tomorrow.” He says. “Okay, you can come over any time and you can just walk in, it doesn’t matter.” I say. “Okay.” He says, then steals another kiss before he walks to his house. I watch him walk in his house, and then I walk in to my house. My mother yells at me when she sees that I’ve just walked in. “Where have you been?” “Out. Good night.” I say, and head for the stairs. I don’t want to tell my mom about Andrew just yet. (or ever) “NO. Tell me what you’ve been doing!” My mom says, pulling at my arm and making me fall backwards on the stairs.
    “Jesus Christ Mom! That fucking hurt!” I say trying to catch my breath. “What happened?” Nick says from the topo, início of the steps. Then he sees the scene and rushes down the steps to help me up. “Are you trying to kill her you damn cunt?” He says to our mom. “I’m sorry.” She says. “No you’re not, you always do this! If you didn’t drink so much maybe you wouldn’t abuse your kids!” I yell. Nick helps me up the stairs and inspects the latest wounds from my mother. “You’re gonna have some bruises in the morning. And you scraped your shoulder on the stairs.” Nick says.
    “I hate this.” I say, stretching out on my cama carefully trying not to hurt myself any worse than I already am. “I know. Damn, I should’ve been down stairs. I coulda cut her.” He says. “She’s our mom, you shouldn’t cut her.” I say. “But I could still want to.” He says lying down seguinte to me. “So, what’s going on with you and my homie Andrew?” Nick says. “He’s my boyfriend now.” I say. “Cool, when are you gonna have him get high with us?” Nick asks. “I don’t know if he’s in to that. So don’t say any thing about pot or any thing around him.” I say. “Okay, so do you want to get high now?” Nick asks.
In the morning, I wake up in my tub. Nick brought the pot over and we got high. I slowly get up and walk in to my study to grab a red bull. Nick’s passed out on my escrivaninha, mesa and I slap his ass. He jolts awake. “Shit, I thought you were the gnomes.” He says. That’s what Nick sees when he’s high. Some times they’re his friends, and others he stands on my escrivaninha, mesa and acts like a girl seeing a bug because they’re trying to rape him.
    “No, I guess they were horn balls last night, huh?” I ask. “Yeah, how were the talking rabbits?” He asks. “They made me lock my self in the bath room. I passed out in the tub.” I say. Yes, I see talking rabbits. Rabbits scare me and gnomes scare Nick. “How do my eyes look?” I ask. “Blood shot.” He says. I run in to my bathroom and look at my eyes. Shit, they’re bad! I grab my tinted Gucci sunglasses to cover it up.
    I grab my Coach sunglasses and toss them to Nick. “Andrew’s gonna be over here soon man.” I say. Shit, I’m picking up on Nick’s wiggerness. "Fuck my head hurts. Give me some red bull." Nick says. I toss a can to him and change in to some jean shorts and a renda, rendas, laço trimmed green tank top. I grab two Advil and take one. “Here.” I say giving him the other one. “We could’ve snorted these last night.” He says.
    “Well, the gnomes would’ve just been worse.” I say. “You have a point. I’m sorry I made you get high when you have a encontro, data today.” Nick says. “Don’t worry, you didn’t make me, I got high because that’s the only way I can ignore mom.” I say. “Well, we smoked it all last night so can I have some money to buy some more?” Nick says. I walk over to my seguro and soco in the code. “How much?” I ask Nick over my shoulder. “Fifty is what I paid yesterday.” He says. I grab the money and hand it to him when he walks over to me.
    I open my balcony doors and breathe in the fresh air. “Hey!” I hear some one shout. I look to my left and see Andrew out on his balcony. I smile and wave. “Is it okay if I come over now?” He asks. “Sure, come on up.” I say. A couple minutos later he knocks on my door and walks in. Nick is still lying on my escrivaninha, mesa and when he sees Andrew he hops up and bro hugs him. “Sup man?” Nick says. “Not much. Anything new with you other than beating up Laurie?” Andrew says. “Nah. oi Laurie, I’ma go get the……. Special stuff.” Nick says and leaves.
    “Is it a New York thing to wear sunglasses in doors?” Andrew asks me. I bit my lip. “Well, you know I’m not over New York yet, it was my only home.” I say. “Well, it is sunny out so your eyes won’t hurt.” Andrew says. “What are we going to do?” I ask. “Well on Mondays I usually volunteer at the Church to help clean it, we don’t need to do that-” I cut him off. “No. Lets do that first.” I say. Maybe I can talk to the pastor or some thing and have him help me stop smoking pot.
    “Okay, we’ll do that. And then I thought we could go fishing, but we don’t have to do that because I know that peixe freak girls out.” Andrew says. “We can go fishing, I’ve never done it so it’ll be some thing new.” I say. “You’ve never been fishing? I think it’s so much fun!” Andrew says. “Okay, then it’s a good thing we’re doing that because I’d break up with you if you took me on a boring segundo date.” I say teasingly. “Then lets go to church!” He says heading out the door. “That was yesterday you know!” I say heading out behind him.
    After we finish cleaning the church- the pastor wasn’t there for me to talk to- we went to a river out in the woods. After Andrew baited the hook and casted it, he handed the rod to me and I stood there. “What am I supposed to do?” I ask. “Just wait. If you feel a tug on it jerk it and reel the line in, okay?” I nod. After a couple of minutos of silence I say, “So tell me about your family.” He chuckles and says, “Well, Mom is an Avon sales woman and Dad’s a lawyer.” “Sound like you should be living in a mansion.” I say. “No, it’s not like that. My parents put away money for me for college and other stuff. We don’t like to flaunt our money much, if we need the money it’s there.” He says.
    “Okay. So do you have any siblings?” I ask. “I have a younger brother .His name is Joseph, he’s thirteen. He’s mentally retarded and we try to take care of him as best as we can.” He says. “Oh. How can your parents work so much when they have to take care of Joseph?” I ask. “Well, mom’s Avon company is ran from home, so she can be there for him. Dad tries to be around as often as he can.” Andrew says. “Can I meet them?” I ask. “Don’t you think it’s a little soon?” Andrew asks in disbelief. “I just met you yesterday and we kissed yesterday and we’re already spending a lot of time together. I think we’ve gotten serious pretty fast.” I say.
    “Yeah, okay. Lets pack up here and go meet them.” He says. We drive to our neighbor hood, and I follow him into his house. “Mom! Dad! Joseph! I want you to meet some one!” Andrew shouts. A little boy with brown hair runs up and hugs Andrew. “Anrew! Wenre hnave you been?” Joseph asks. “I’ve been with my girl friend Laurie.” Andrew says. Joseph looks at me. “Hni Laurien I’m Joseph!” Joseph says to me. “Hi Joseph nice to meet you.” I say.
    “Did you know the lollipop fairy is real?” Joseph asks. “Really? Why hasn’t he visited me?” I say feigning outrage. Joseph giggles and shrugs. “Andrew! Who’s this?” His mom asks. “This is my girlfriend, Laurie.” He says. His dad walks up and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. Andrew told us all about you yesterday.” I smile politely and blush uncontrollably. “Now, Herald look at what you did! You embarrassed poor Laurie!” Andrew’s mom fusses. I laugh. “It’s okay.” I say. “We were just about to cook dinner, why don’t you stay?” Andrew’s mom asks. I shrug. “I can stay.” I say. Every one walks away and Andrew says, “Follow me.” And takes me up to his bedroom.
    “You can take your sunglasses off.” He says. “Okay.” I say hesitantly and then I take them off. I set them on a table. “Laurie, what happened to your back?” Andrew asks. “My mom. It happened last night when I got in. It’s nothing, this happens all the time.” I say as I turn around. “What’s up with your eyes?” He asks. “I um…….. I……. I kind of……. I smoke pot with my brother. I’m trying to quit, but it’s hard and I can’t handle my mom and I use that to-” “It’s okay, I’m just glad you told me. You don’t have to stop for me, you should want to stop for you.” He says. “I’m trying.” I say. “I know you are. You’ll get it eventually.” He says. “So, who’s the lollipop fairy?” I ask Andrew.
    “I knew you were gonna ask that. It’s me.” He says. “What’s the purpose of the lollipop fairy?” I ask. “It’s just some thing I do. It makes Joseph happy.” Andrew says. “So you just put lollipops under his travesseiro when he’s sleeping?” I ask. “Yeah.” He says. “That’s so cute!” I say. “Thanks.” He says. “Okay. teste time. What is your future job going to be?” I ask. “I’m gonna cadastrar-se the army when I’m eighteen.” He says. “Really? Why?” I ask. “Well, I want to make a difference.” He says. He’s gonna make a difference in the world’s population. I have always hate the war, but I’m not gonna let Andrew know that. “Okay, now what do you want to do as a future job?” Andrew asks. “Go back to New York and be a rua vender for a little bit, and then I don’t know. I might own a dance studio here, because I didn’t see one here and I’ve danced my whole life.” I say.
    “Really? Wow, that’s pretty cool.” Andrew says. “Thanks. My friends at school didn’t dance, so I just never talked about it.” I say. “I bet if you did people would start dancing too.” Andrew says. “I doubt it, but thanks for being supportive.” I say. “That’s what I’m here for.” He says, hugging me. “Ouch.” I say. “Sorry, I think your back is bruised.” He says. I turn around and let him look at my back. “Yeah, you’re bruised, bad.” Andrew says. “It happens a lot.” I say. “Well, it shouldn’t.” He says. “There’s nothing I can do about it except yell at her, and that doesn’t make a difference.” I say.