1 Chapter One: Minnie Mouse Meets Her Mickie?

"Sasha, Nikki, can you girls come here please?" I hear my mom, Karen, shout as I put down the book I was reading.

"Yeah, mom?" I yell back, standing up and walking over to my massive, white bedroom door.

"Just come here, we have visitors!"

I sigh and make my way down the hall to see Nikki, my older sister, doing the same.

"Move it, twerp," she hisses at me, shoving me into the wall. It didn't hurt, but it makes me sad inside that she doesn't like me. I ignore the tears in my eyes and wait a until she is fully down the stairs to follow.

"This is Jenna and John, and their son, Dean. They just moved in next door," Mom introduces, watching my sister and I with a warning to behave. I can tell she means business by her pursed lips and cynical glance. She hides herself well in public. Like a wolf covering itself with sheep skin to blend in with the crowd of herbivores.

"Hello, nice to meet you girls," Jenna smiles at me openly, making me turn my gaze from my mom's wicked glare to the woman in front of me. She has light brown hair kissed with blonde tint, tied back in a low ponytail. Her cheeks are overly rosy, as if she is just as nervous as I am meeting new people. What catches my attention are her vibrant green eyes. Although her appearance says she's nervous, her eyes state otherwise.

"I like your Minnie Mouse shirt, its very cute," she says to me, which is a surprise. Most people speak to Nikki first, and then say words to me as an after thought. I stare at her for a moment and give her a shy smile in response.

"Thank you," I mutter, looking down at the floor nervously. I guess I'm a little old to be wearing Disney themed clothing. My outfit consists of red spandex pants with black polka dots, and the Disney shirt is grey with Minnie Mouses' face covering most of the front. It's not often you see sixteen year olds like myself dressing this way. But I'm not the one paying for my clothing, which means my dear mother has control over my style. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter what I say. I could work, but that's not an option for my mother either.

"You have a nice home," John says politely, giving my mom a kind smile. His hair is black and eyes are a somber brown, but striking nonetheless. He has a genuine smile on his face, showing pearly white teeth. I take to him immediately. Their son stands behind them, but I avoid looking at him.

"Oh, its not too shabby. My late husband built and designed it. Would you like some tea? I'm so sorry about the mess, my girls don't exactly help clean up after themselves," Mom chuckles, embarrassed by the pile of dirty laundry thrown down the stairs. None of it is mine, and was mostly Nikki's. I don't say anything in response, however.

"Hey," I hear and see their son move from behind them, striding up to Nikki, his eyes focused solely on her. They seem to be around the same age, which makes me feel left out.

"Hi there," Nikki grins, her mouth twitching with mischief. I groan inwardly, knowing where her thoughts are headed. She picks up guys as much as she does a fork, practically every day. The guy is good looking, and has large, forest green eyes, and blondish-brown hair. He is tall, almost hitting his head against the chandelier crystals in the foyer. Nikki, taller than most girls her age, still has to raise her neck to speak with him.

"Want to show me around?" Dean smiles, his eyes roaming over Nikki inappropriately. He's looking at her how I look at food.

"Sure," Nikki bites her bottom lip, grabbing his hand and moving to turn towards the stairs. I can clearly see she is purposely shaking her butt. I roll my eyes and follow the adults into the kitchen.

I sit down at the table, and then realize I'm not wanted here--its obvious by the nasty stink eye my mom is throwing my way. I stand up and leave the room. I can't understand why she wanted me down there in the first place if she didn't want me to stay. It happens quite often, actually. Most of the time I don't  even see the point in leaving my room when we have visitors. I'm always told to go elsewhere.

As I make my way up the stairs, I hear Nikki's loud laughter and soon it turns into a moan. I make a disgusted face and quickly turn down the hall.

"You like that?" Dean's voice echoes, following by Nikki groaning in response. I make sure to walk faster down the hall towards my room, where I can use the music on my phone to drown out the sounds.

...

I wake up thirsty, or more so extremely dehydrated. The house is quiet, besides the sound of the ticking of the clock on my bedside dresser. I roll over on my bed and make my way to my bedroom door. The floor is cold against my bare feet as I walk down the hallway towards the stairs.

I approach the kitchen and notice the television on in the living room with the volume on low. I shrug, but before I make it to the entrance by the pantry, I feel my chest tighten at seeing a man's head leaning back against the couch.

As if sensing my gaze, he turns around. When we meet eyes his familiar face calms my nerves.

"You're still here? What time is it?" I ask him, watching as he gives me a sleepy smile. I feel my heart thud painfully in my chest, and suddenly my nerves come back full force. Damn, he's good looking.

"Yeah, Nikki asked me to stay. I just thought I'd watch some T.V. It's almost three," Dean tells me, his voice breaking off into a long yawn.

"Want something to drink or eat?" I offer, feeling awkward with his eyes on me. It wasn't as if he was looking at me like a pervert would; but being under his gaze made me feel like he could read my mind. That type of awareness isn't something I'm into achieving.

"Nah, I'm alright," he shakes his head and gently moves his hand through his ruffled hair.

I nod, heading to the kitchen to quench my thirst. As I take a massive gulp from the chilled water bottle, I decide to grab one for Dean anyway. Maybe he was just being polite and saying no.

"Here," I hold the cold bottle up to his ear, making him wince in surprise.

"Oh, thank you," he mutters, twisting the lid off and taking a small sip.

"No problem," I reply, looking at the screen to see The Walking Dead playing. "I love that show!" I nearly shout, and his laugh follows suit.

"I can tell. Sit down then. Although I don't think a girl your age should be watching it." Dean replies, moving over to make room for me. I hesitate at first, but I know there's nothing to be afraid of. He doesn't seem like a bad person. I slide over the arm of the couch and place myself in the empty spot. The smile he gives me makes me blush, and I struggle to focus on the television screen.

This is going to be a long night.

...

"What the fuck, get away from my sister you sicko!" I wake with a start, Nikki's voice bringing me back to reality. I feel something hairy against my face and arms, my hands against fabric. Opening my eyes, I realize I'm on top of someone's leg, specifically Dean's. He seems just as startled as I am, not sure why Nikki was freaking out.

"What?" He looks down, eyes widening in surprise. Sometime throughout the night, we fell asleep on the couch. But I must have crawled over on top of his legs, my hands wrapped around his belly.

"She's twelve!" Nikki hisses, pointing at me like I'm ridden with diseases. I'm glad my mom usually leaves for work in a rush. Obviously she hadn't noticed the television on in the living room. Or Dean and I in this position. I start laughing and say "Nikki, I'm sixteen, but this—nothing happened." She turns her glare on me and I know I'm in for a major beating later. It's a hair pulling kind of look.

"I promise you, on my life, nothing happened. I swear," Dean holds up his hands as I move away, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

"He's telling the truth. Seriously, I wouldn't do that. You know me," I tell her, looking her in the eyes. When I lie, I have the habit of avoiding eye contact. Hopefully she's guessed this over the years; but if she still doesn't know my age, maybe this won't work.

"I believe you. Sorry, I just don't know you well enough. You could be some pedophile and I wouldn't even know."

I feel like rolling my eyes. Yeah, but you'll still sleep with him only minutes of first meeting him?

"I think I should go," Dean moves to stand and I scoot as far away as I can from him on the couch. My cheeks flush at realizing he's wearing only boxers and his t-shirt. He's beautiful.

"No, let me make you breakfast," Nikki offers.

Soon, I'm ignored once again.