Note: I decided to change the name of Connie's new step-brother to Alex because everyone was confusing him with Adam Banks. Thanks for the reviews

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Funny How...

Not wanting to cause a scene in front of my dad and Sabrina, I grabbed Cynthia's hand and dragged her up the stair toward my room. Curious, Daniel, Erin and Alex followed. I assumed the adults just calked it up to "children bonding" or something equally off. After we all got up to my room, I closed the door and almost automatically we broke up into families Cynthia and Alexander on one side and Erin, Daniel and I on the other.

"What's going on?" Erin questioned. I turned slightly toward her as I pointed at Cynthia.

"She's Cindy Marshal!" I told Erin as if that were reason enough. She nodded slowly not getting it.

"So?" She asked.

"She dates one of the guys who, one, tried revoking our scholarship and, two, bully me and My team on a daily basis." I told her "Plus, she's a stuck up bitch." Cindy glared.

"And you and those little duckies are perfect angels huh?" Cynthia spit out.

"Better then your idiot boyfriend and his stuck up commander jocks!" I yelled back.

"Rick and Scooter do not command Cole, he does what he wants when he wants!" She defended him.

"That is if what and when he wants means what and when Scooter and Rick tell him!" I shouted back. Daniel took this heated break to jump in between us.

"If you keep yelling dad and Sabrina are gone figure out something's up." He rationed, Alex nodded joining him in the middle.

"Meaning the five of us have to get along to make our parents happy. Cindy, do you really want to see mom cry like she used to?" He finished and Cynthia shook her head.

"Exactly, now, everyone, even you two have to get along. Her and at Eden, and Alex will be watching you at Eden Hall." Erin said joining them in the middle. Me and Cindy stared each other down before agreeing to a truce, here and at school. The 'at school' part was bound to be the hardest. The only help she could possibly get from varsity was Scooter who was dating Jules, the varsity just started seeming to be ok with him and Jules though, but he still hangs out with us more then Jules hangs out with varsity. The five of us went down the stair together, not showing a trace of what really happened.

"I'm so happy you all get along so well." Sabrina beamed excitedly. I plastered on a fake smile as did Cindy, who was sitting a crossed from me.

"Cynthia, I wasn't you to drive yourself and Alexander home to get some clothes and things. We are staying at Michaels. Alex and Dani are going to share a room for the weekend and Cindy and Connie will share a room." Sabrina explained.

"Are you sure? I mean Cindy and I are closer in age, shouldn't we share a room?" Erin challenged trying to cover me.

"But, Erin, Hun, You have the smallest room in the entire house, except for the bathroom." My dad reasoned. Maybe their just trying to torture me, that sounds a bit paranoid, huh? Erin sent me a helpless look as I saw she was turning her head inside out for a reason for me and Cynthia not to share a room. She shook my head at her telling her not to bother, not even she can out think fate. I don't thinks so anyway. Sabrina looked from me to Cynthia expectantly. I shrugged.

"Cool." I said nonchalantly. We had a truce right? So its not like it matters to much.

It was about 7:30 when Cindy dropped her bag onto the floor next to the air mattress my dad had already filled for her.

"What, only one bag? I'm amazed." I asked trying to sound innocent. Apparently, it didn't work. She rolled her eyes.

"Yanno, I'm as superficial as you think; that's more or less Traci's job. But you wouldn't know that would you?" Cynthia snapped unexpectedly. I felt the urge to snap back, so that's what I did, its almost a shame I have no will power.

"Well, if you and your friends weren't concentrated on making our time there so miserable we drop out and you and Traci weren't so stuck up I might have." I retorted. This caused us to glare again, this time I looked her dead in the eyes. I had glared at her several times but never really looked her in the eyes. What I saw shocked me. Her eyes were deep pools of Chocolate, as mine were; it was like staring down a mirror, in that aspect anyway. It was quite obvious that if I looked in the mirror my pale (or fair as Erin and Dad call it) skin and stringy brown hair would not turn into a perfect, natural tan complexion and wavy cascading locks. Could it be I actually admired the natural looks of the girl I despise? Could it be we really aren't so different? She must have noticed something similar because wee both averted eye contact at the same time. Almost as if we had mentally counted to three.

"We're supposed to have a truce, huh?" She said awkwardly, a small smile playing on her lips. I smiled back, slightly. I looked around my room as if it would tell me how to react to my new found revelation.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked her gesturing to a stack of movie that were piled lazily next to my TV and VCR.

"Sure," She said scanning over the selection. As she did that I pulled a bag of chocolates out of the top drawer of my desk before running downstairs and grabbing two sodas.

"Wow, Are you feeling ok, Cons? I've been your brother for the past 15 years and you never bring me soda." Daniel teased with a grin. I hit him lightly on the arm. I went back and saw Cynthia carefully removing a movie from the middle of the stack.

"This is one of my favorite movies." She said handing it to me. It was The Breakfast Club.

"I adore this movie." I said popping it in; We both laughed. Cindy and I got comfortable on the air mattress with our backs against my bed and the bag of chocolate between us. We both laughed and talked about things in the movie as we watched it, talking about things we would have liked to see, like Bender finishing his blond joke and saying favorite quotes like "Well Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?" and Brian's timeless response: "No, Mr. Johnson." But the movie did draw up an important question that as I talked to Cynthia I tried to push to the back of my mind. But really, at school Monday will me and Cindy get along like this?