First and Last Sleepover with You!

"Harper!" Knock, Knock, Knock. "Harper! Hurry up it's freezing out here!"

"I'm coming! hold on!" The door swings open, revealing a half naked Harper.

"What are you doing here?" He scratches his tanned muscular chest.

"What do you mean 'What are you doing here'?! What about our slumber party?" His expression mirrored mine. Confused.

He runs his hand through his silky brown locks, I wonder what it would feel like if I ran my hand through it instead?

"It would probably feel the same." Oh crap, I said that out loud! Abort Mission, ABORT MISSION!

"Oh. What shampoo do you use?" Damn it Raven! Get a hold of yourself!

"Vanilla, come on your probably cold." He steps out of my way.

Before I could question him further I hear a high-pitched squeal. "Harpy pooo!!!" Harper winces as Avery Berkes makes an attempt to jump on his back.

"You have company?" After at least five minutes of staring and glaring at Avery's hands (that are still raking over his BARE CHEST might I add) I had finally uttered a somewhat intelligent response.

"Una? Unaaa!!!" Harper lets out a groan of frustration.

"Cookie! I told you to stay in your room!" Brooke doesn't acknowledge her brother, instead she pushes past him and starts dragging me into the kitchen.

"Una! Wets make bwownies!" My eyes go wide at the suggestion of cooking.

"Uh actually Brooke-" I am cut off with some loud yelling and an infuriated Avery strutting into the kitchen.

"You!" She points at me and lunges, not getting very far when Brooke claps her on the leg from behind repeatedly with a wooden spoon. Where did that come from?

Strangled screams and sobs escape from Avery's mouth. They were so loud that I could hear Drake barking from next door, does she practice in her spare time or something?

Grabbing the spoon from Brooke's hand I kneel in front of her and hold her until she calms down. "Brooke, its fine. She didn't get me princess, it's okay."

"Avery! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!" But all that Avery could get out were more strangled sobs and a couple of near-unidentifiable words.

"W-wood-en Spoo-oon She....Hit.... Hurtssss" Harper spins around on his heel and immediately spots the spoon lying beside me on his kitchen floor. His expression goes from confused to shocked to furious, all in the minute he takes to try to understand the situation.

There were many things that flew out of his mouth and the only slightly appropriate one was; "WHAT THE HELL!!!!"

I take one look at his face and start scrambling for an explanation, some sort of excuse that would stop me and Brooke from getting in trouble. Eventually I had come to the conclusion that there was none. Not one explanation could seem to get us both out of trouble. So... I made a decision... EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!!!

"I DID IT!!!!!!!" Fortunately for Brooke we aren't men. Unfortunately for me, I was so caught up with finding the answer that I unconsciously fist pumped the air while screaming at the top of my lungs, "IT WAS ME!! I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CRYING OF THE DEMON SCREECHING BEFORE YOU!!"

There was silence...

Until...

Tap, Tap, Tap...

"Una? Whatsh a de-mond?"

I pause. Should I?

Yes. Yes I should. It would be a huge waste of child manipulation if I don't.

"Honey, Avery's real name, race and specie is Demon. However, She doesn't like it, so she will say no if you ask." I quietly whisper into the girls ear.

Brooke bobs her head and scrunches her face into an adorably serious expression...

Next thing I know, i'm standing in the bathroom sporting a red hand print on my right cheekbone. Huh. Guess i'm not too good at whispering...

*BANG, BANG, BANG* "Luna! I want you out of this house immediately! I can't believe you would abuse Avery! Especially in front of Brooke!"

I let out a small sigh and twist the door handle, getting ready for the verbal abuse. However, it doesn't come, heck he's not even looking at me! Instead, he is tending to Avery's broken nose and ignoring Brooke as if she was a kid... Wait...

I hesitantly turn away and walk out of the house. They don't need someone who can mess their lives up. They don't need a killer, they don't need someone who just gives up and runs. They don't need to help me with my baggage. THEY DON'T NEED ME.

As I trudge up my driveway I realize something. I'm alone. Harper was the last person to help me, the last person I could actually trust. His little sister was the last person who I could actually call family since...

The point is, I have no one. No one but Drake.