" I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want to start the rest of your life as soon as possible." - When Harry Met Sally (best movie ever, I promise y'all. It's my favorite. )

I never thought silence could quickly become so deafening. My eyes darted between the stranger who claimed he was my brother and my dad, and what was once confusion quickly melted into anger.

"Dad, what the hell is going on? Where's mom?" I feel Derek's eyes burning holes into my back and I step even closer to him.

My dad swallows thickly, as if his lies have finally caught up with him. He eyes my "brother" and I, and takes a hesitant step towards me.

"Your mother is very upset right now and she left. Listen, baby-"

"And why would she be upset?" The anger bubbles in me and rises steadily. My hands clench into fists as I wait for his answer.

The unsettling feelings of anger, betrayal, and confusion all swirled into one, creating a mess of butterflies in my stomach and rage in my head. Now, my dad was gone for work a lot, but he certainly wasn't a cheater.

Right?

"B-because I told her about Anthony. He's a year older than you-"

"A year older? But you and mom have been supposedly married for twenty fucking years!" I scream out the last words, causing everyone to flinch from my tone.

Derek behind me takes a deep breath. I don't even glance back to look at his face. He's probably laughing at me, judging me, but my anger forbids me from focusing on it.

The corners of my dads lips tilt down as if they suddenly weigh two tons. His shoulders sag too, now carrying the weight of the hatred my mother and I have for him. How dare he?

Doesn't marriage mean anything to people anymore? Doesn't anything mean anything to people anymore? What about feelings? These days, people were so quick to act carelessly without thinking of all the feelings they could possibly hurt.

People were selfish, and that's what I tried so hard not to be.

"Honey, I made a mistake. I thought I had it covered. I ended it with his mother but was still there for him." My dads voice is shaky and pleading and I clench my eyes shut, shaking my head.

Oh God. Was Hannah Montana going to pop out now singing about how everyone makes mistakes? It was comical, really, the things that happen to me.

"So this was what all those business trips were for, huh? You're a liar, a sick liar! Where's mom?"

I feel Derek's hand starting to take a hold of mine to perhaps calm me down or restrain me, maybe even a mixture of both. Honestly I forgot he was even there with all the bottled up anger spewing out of my mouth.

My dad gulps again, loosening the tie around his neck and I want to strangle him with it. Never have I wanted to be so violent with someone before.

"Angel, let's go inside and talk about this. You shouldn't get worked up with your co-"

"Don't try to parent me, you bastard! Where were you all those days? On my birthdays even? With your other fucking family? You didn't try to parent me then, so you sure as hell don't get to start now!"

"Hey let's-"

"You shut your unknown, irrelevant ass up! I wasn't talking to you!" I snap at Anthony who's eyes widen in shock.

Serves him  right for showing up here. Who the hell does he think he is? And who does my dad think he is for bringing him here?

"Angel," Derek whispers, gripping on arm tightly and I rip it from his grasp.

"Derek, let's go," I snap, and he doesn't object. We brush past my dead beat father and unknown brother and storm into the house.

As soon as I get to my room, I start packing random shit into my bag and throw out the dirty clothes.

"Who the fuck do they think they are? I can't believe him. Everything that's going on right now and this is how he decides to introduce me to his bastard child? Can you believe this?"

I rant, still stuffing shit into my bags and Derek just watches me with concerned eyes, grimacing every now and then when I slam something down hard.

"And then my dad has the audacity to waltz around like he's some big shot when he's the biggest bitch I know!" I continue, turning around to punch a family photo down.

Derek grabs me at that, tugging me back and grabbing my bag. I pull myself from his grasp again and start storming out of my house.

My dad and brother are still standing in the driveway when I get out there. Their intruding eyes watching my every move while I try to storm past them.

"Angelina, I think we got off on the wrong-"

"Didn't I tell you to not fucking talk to me? You weren't relevant before and you sure as hell aren't relevant now!" I hiss, snatching myself away from him and my dad and marching towards Derek's car.

My hair flies messily behind me as I continue to stomp, grumbling under my breath as I do so but refusing to let my tears fall.

"Angelina, did you have to be so mean to him? It's not his fault either, it's your dad's," Derek whispers and I gape at him in shock.

Snatching my bag away from him, I start stomping away from all of them and down the block. Derek doesn't understand either. No one did.

My temper was always one to be reckoned with. I was a happy girl normally until something pissed me off, and then I turned into Satan's spawn.

"Angel! Angel!" I hear him call my name but I keep stomping.

My feet kicks any rock or stick that gets in my way, and my eyes brim with tears.

Fucking parents, fucking illness, fucking friends. Can't I get a break? Can't I get a fucking break?! I'm dying for fucks sake.

I'm dying.

With that I let out a cry, feeling arms halt me in my place and wrap around me. I try to squirm out of his grasp but he won't let me, his arms only getting tighter with my movements.

"Stop it, stop it," he murmurs, tugging me even closer to him.

"No, no, I'm fine," I wipe the stray tears from my face that have fallen and put on that famous mask again.

My face remains emotionless as he observes it, disbelief running through his eyes.

I'm not going to cry, I don't cry anymore.

"Can we just go, please?" I ask, pulling my sleeves down my arms and he nods after a while, keeping one of his arms around me when we walk to his car.

Anthony and my dad must've missed the little show because they're missing from their spots once we return to the driveway.

Derek opens the door for me, closing it softly as I get in. When he gets inside, he stays still for a little bit. His green eyes staring into my brown ones and his lips turning into a frown.

"You know it's okay to cry sometimes, right?" he questions, those pretty eyes of his still burning holes into me.

Maybe it's the blue of his shirt that make his eyes even greener. Some of his jet black hair is stuck to his forehead, and the light dusting of freckles seem to peer at me. Those pink lips of his are still twisted into that frown and his face is still leaning into mine.

"Yeah, I know," I swallow, turning my gaze to the window.

He hums in response, starting the car and pulling off. The sky was a swirling blue/grey mess with puffs of clouds starting to decorate it.

I rested my head on my arms and nibbled on my bottom lip. My eyes scan over the blur of streets that pass us by and dart back up to the stars starting to twinkle in the sky.

Soon enough, I'd be joining that mess of clouds. Time wasn't going to wait anymore for me, I could feel it in my bones.
**
Darcy, his mom, surprisingly has no objections to me spending the night. She welcomed me like her long lost child and I loved it. Her only rule was for me to sleep in the guest room which I didn't mind, but Derek did.

"Mom, we used to have sleepovers all the time when we were younger." he groaned, running his fingers through his messy hair.

She shrugged her shoulders and smirked, sliding more pasta my way which I graciously accepted.

"That was before I found out you had wet dreams."

Derek choked on his lemonade and his dad bursted into a fit of coughing.

His face blushed a furious red, making me snicker uncontrollably when he shot daggers at his mom with his eyes.

"Was it really necessary to share that information?"

"More than necessary, you wanted to know why I didn't want some cute girl in your room. I didn't want to subject her to your morning wood. I know Angelina has standards, there's no way she'd date you."

I bit back a laugh and looked down at my food. Derek excused himself shortly after that, grunting his displeasure as he marched away.

After I changed into my night clothes, I heard a soft knock at the door and beckoned them to come in.

"I-I just wanted to say if you ever wanted to talk about any of that, you know I'm here," he scratched his neck nervously, peering back at me with uneasiness and I smiled.

"Thanks Derek, I appreciate it. You're the greatest friend I could ask for."

I let my arms wrap around his neck quickly as I embraced him, and his arms slowly circled around my waist.

"Yeah," he mumbled into the crook of my neck, "friend."

I am killing these updates I don't think I've ever been more on time for things in my life.

Anyways, I hope this chapter cleared up any confusion from the last chapter and stuff. Plus we got to see a side of both Angelina and Derek that we haven't really seen before, so yeah.

Anyways I'm about to go kill myself in kickboxing class, but have a great day/night/whatever time you're reading this at/God I'm annoying.

Bye!