Jordan's POV

It was my first night at the Manoso's and it was friggin' weird. Usually I can sleep just about anywhere, but something was off, and I couldn't sleep at all. Around one I heard some one creep down the stairs. I tried to act like I was asleep, and shut my eyes and stayed as still as I could. Who ever was down stairs opened the freezer, and then a cupboard, and then the silverware drawer. I was startled to hear Stephanie's voice.

"Jordan, you don't have to act like you're asleep." She sighed. "Come have some ice cream," she said. I took the blankets off of me, and sat up. I looked over and Stephanie was sitting at the table, a bowl of ice cream sat in front of her, and one across from her. I walked across the room, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"How'd you know I was awake?" I asked.

"Since me and Carlos got married, I've learned how to be aware of my surroundings," she took a bite, "you're breathing wasn't even." She said, very matter of fact. I nodded my head and took another bite.

"Thanks again, by the way." I said, with out looking up.

"Yeah, well, it was my fault." Not another word was said until both of us finished our ice cream.

When we were finished, she looked at me, folded her hands, and set them on the table. She took a deep breath, "Are you having sex with my daughter?" I was a little shocked at first, but it wasn't a hard question to answer.

"No. I have too much respect for you, your husband, and especially your daughter to be having sex with her." The truth was, we weren't having sex. Yet. Only when she was ready. But god, I hoped it was soon. I swear I'm turning blue down there.

"Alright," she said. "I believe that. But let me ask you something," She paused, and I nodded. "You're almost eighteen, what is it that you want with a fourteen year old? I mean, if you aren't having sex. It just doesn't make much sense to me." She tilted her head to the side and waited for my response. I took a deep breath, licked my lips.

"Well, Ms. Plum, there's something about your daughter, I can't explain it. I love her. She makes me feel…whole." I looked down at the table.

"Jordan…." but I cut her off.

"Look, I know you think we're too young…Or, she's too young. But that really is how I feel about her, and I cant just….not."

"I understand." She got up from the table, grabbed both our bowls, put them in the sink, smiled at me and headed back up stairs, with out so much as a goodnight. I walked back to the couch, laid down and fell asleep almost immediately.

I had been living with the Manoso's for about a month when Amanda came to me and told me we had to talk. I had no idea what we had to talk about, but I couldn't imagine it would be good.

"Jordy," She said.

"Yeah Babe?" I tried not to sound too nervous, but it was never good when she started out with that look on her face and calling me Jordy.

"Look, I was thinking…" Oh shit. What now. "We've been together a while now…And I was thinking that maybe…" She kept pausing and looking around. This had to be something big.

"Maybe what?" I asked after a while of her opening and closing her mouth

"Maybe…its time." Whoa! Wasn't this the guys job? Shouldn't I be begging her, instead of her asking me? I guess I took longer than I thought to say anything, because she turned away and looked…embarrassed? When I saw the look on her face I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Babe," I chuckled again. "I always thought I would be the one asking you," Another chuckle. "I mean… Isn't that the way it usually works?" She looked back at me.

"You're taking too long." She said it very matter of fact, and it really surprised me. It must have shown on my face, because he face softened and she scooted closer to me. "Look Jordy…We love each other… And we've been together for a while now… And I just think…Its time." I sighed. I had been thinking about it a lot lately. But she was so young. And the thought of being her first when she couldn't be mine made me want to change my past. And under normal circumstances, I loved my past. But I loved her so much and I never wanted to hurt her. Ever since we first got together I told myself I would wait until she was ready, I just never thought she would be so impatient about it.

"Babe…Are you sure your ready?" I asked her. I don't know why I couldn't raise my voice above a whisper…Its not like anybody was home with us. I guess I was just nervous. Amanda was the only girl to ever make me nervous.

She took a deep breath, sat up straight, looked me in the eye and said "Yes, I'm very sure." Alright, then I guess it's settled.

I reached my hand out and touched her face, I looked into her eyes and kissed her. I tried to lean her back but she pulled away and giggled.

"Not here, Not now," she said.

"..Where? When?" I asked. Now who was getting impatient? She got up off the couch and I got up to follow her. We walked up the stairs and into her room. She walked to her desk and pulled open a drawer. She riffled through it for just a split second and pulled something out. She looked at me, smiled and handed me the paper. It was a pamphlet for a hotel just outside of town.

"I got us reservations for tomorrow night. I figured we could tell my parent's I'm going to Kara's, and they don't care where you go… so we could get away with it." I couldn't even believe she had gone all out for this. I mean, I knew she wanted this to be special, but she had to have been saving for a while to afford this. And she had thought it all through. How could I say no to that? Answer; I couldn't. Should, but wouldn't. Did I? No, of course not.

I smiled and bent to kiss her. Right as the kiss broke we heard the door open and close, so I ran across the hall and into the bathroom. I turned the water on and pretended to be washing my hands. The best I could do was hope that the person who came in was Stephanie, because Ranger would know that I hadn't been in the bathroom until he had entered the house. I shut the water off, wiped my hands and went back down the stairs. I smiled at Stephanie when I turned and saw her unpacking groceries in the kitchen.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Nah, it's okay, I only got peanut butter, olives and some tuna." She laughed, and put the remaining few things away. I went into the living room and turned the television on. I sat on the couch for about a half hour, thinking about the night ahead of me. I knew that it wouldn't be exactly what Amanda thought it would be, 'cause the first time never is. But I was glad it would be as special as she wanted it, and I was going to do everything I could to make it perfect.

Stephanie came in and sat down next to me. "A little distracted?" She asked.

"…Huh?" I mumbled as I looked up at her.

"You've been watching 'Little House On The Prarie' for the last half hour." She smiled.

"Oh. No, uh, well, I guess maybe I am a little distracted." I said as I smiled back at her.

"Do you want to talk?" She asked.

"Uh, no." I got up off the couch, and walked straight into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked inside; Milk, eggs, orange juice, jelly, left over French fries from McDonald's last night. I guess Ranger hadn't looked in the fridge since we got home. I didn't know what I was looking for, but it wasn't in there. I went from cupboard to cupboard, and nothing seemed right, so I gave up. It seemed that in the month since I had lived here the food in the house was always changing, and it got more random as time went on. But maybe it was just me. Or maybe Ella had been doing less of the shopping lately.

Amanda's POV-

Since Jordy had moved in I was afraid that my grades had been slipping and couldn't show my parents that, so I decided to do some studying. It was hard to concentrate, so I closed my book and did some day dreaming. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and the sun was streaming in through my window. I can't believe I fell asleep and stayed asleep the whole night. My books were still scattered on my bed, so I crawled out from under them, rolled out of bed and walked down the stairs. It was still early on a Saturday morning, and everyone was sleeping. Jordan was passed out on the couch, the blanket had fallen off of him and his mouth was open just a little. He was so hot. Him looking like this was half the reason I decided that tonight would be the night. I couldn't wait any longer. It was hard not to jump on him right now. Sleeping, in all his gorgeous glory. I peeled my eyes off of his half naked body and walked into the down stairs bathroom. I started the shower and undressed.

By the time I had gotten dressed and had done my make up I heard people moving around in the house, and wondered what time it actually was. I ran the brush through my hair one more time, and walked back into the living room.

My dad and Tank were talking quietly in the kitchen, and Jordan was up, watching television. I walked up behind him on the couch and put my arms around his neck. He tilted his head up towards me and smiled. He had such a perfect smile, his eyes lit up and his left cheek had a dimple. It had the same dimple when he chewed, and it was impossible for me not to smile when I saw it.

"Hey Baby," I said, with a smile.

"Mornin' Girl. How long have you been up? It's a little early for you, isn't it?" He was always up before me.

"Yah, but I fell asleep really early, too." I said. He smiled again.

"I know. You slept like the dead last night. Couldn't even get you up for dinner." He sighed. "Let's get breakfast." It was my turn to smile. I love food.

We walked into the kitchen right when Tank was about to leave. Him and my father had just got done talking, probably business, probably top secret, and probably something I had no interest in anyway.

Me and Jordan stepped around them, he got the cereal and I got the milk. But of course, he neglected to get me my morning tasty cake, so I had to get up and get that myself. We ate in silence, neither of us knowing quite what to say. 'Tonight' hung in the air like a think fog. Anxious, excited, nervous. We could both feel it, we both knew what was to come tonight, and we both wanted it, bad.

When we finished breakfast, I did the dishes while Jordan showered and god ready for the day. I wasn't sure exactly how I was going to get through the day, because it was already going by incredibly slow, and I had even gotten up early. The plan was for me to go to Kara's, and for Jordan to stay the night at Mike's. I would tell Kara's parent's that I wasn't feeling well, and Jordan would come pick me up. Of course around four he would have to make a stop at the hotel to check us in, or we would lose the room, but other than that, we had nothing to do at all that day.

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A couple of movie's later, it was still too early for Jordan to go check in, but he said he had some things to do, so he left me home. I made a peanut butter sandwich, ate that and some ice cream, then took a nap. By four I was up, showered again, with a little extra make up, and my bag was packed. I wasn't sure what Jordan was up to, and it made me even more nervous than I already was.

Mom walked in the kitchen door and put her purse on the table.

"Mom, can I stay at Kara's tonight?" I asked right off the bat.

"Sure, I can have Bobby drop you off if you'd like." She said. I smiled at her and nodded. This night was going to be perfect. I had already called Kara and told her what was to go down. She gladly agreed to help me.

An hour later, Bobby pulled the car into Kara's driveway, and I got my things out of the back seat.

"Have fun, Munchkin." He said with a little finger wave.

"Only if you do something for me, first." I said with a little giggle.

"And what's that, little girl?" He asked.

"Smile uncle Bobby," I said. "You aren't at work, you know." The corners of his mouth tipped up just a little.

"Get out of here." He said, slightly shaking his head. I closed the door to the blazer he was driving, and walked up the walk way to the front door. Bobby didn't pull out of the drive way until Kara's mom came to the door and waved. I said hello to her and walked straight to Kara's room. Kara was tall, light skinned, and very Irish. Red hair and freckles all over the place. She wasn't very pretty, but she was nice, and there was something about her that just made you want to talk to her anyway. She wasn't the smartest, and she didn't do sports, but she did have a lot of friends.

I set my things down by her closet door and looked around.

"So," I said. "This is what's going down." I sat down in front of her bed, and explained what would happen that night. The plan was for me to tell her parents that I wasn't feeling well, and that Jordan would be coming to pick me up. I knew them well enough to know they wouldn't care if I left, or how I got home. Kara, and her parents hid it well, but I knew that they didn't care about anything but themselves, and their 'perfect family' act, was a total fake. Her mom smoked a lot of pot, and her dad drank way too much. But of course, you wouldn't know that by the looks of them. They looked absolutely perfect. On the outside, they looked like a perfect family. But they weren't even close. I used to wish I was Kara, but I realize now, that it's better to have people care about me than to have to make my own breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's always better to have a family than have nobody.