Hey, guys. I just watched Grown Ups 2, and thought this would be fun. It won't be a serious piece – more for fun than anything else; a way to blow off steam from a hard day at university. I hope you'll have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

The Fine Line

CHAPTER ONE: Morning Shenanigans

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Ada Feder was jolted awake by her mother yelling.

The lilac satin sheets tangled around her legs as she scrambled up and promptly fell out of her bed, landing on the shaggy, pale lavender rug that covered the hard, wooden floors. She extricated her legs, ignoring the throbbing of her knee, as she flung the door open and stumbled into the hallway in time to see a deer framing the doorway of the bathroom right at the end.

"Oh my - ," she shouted. Holy crap! There was a deer in their house! A big, wild deer, with antlers and everything. Ada had never seen a deer this close. Heck, she'd never seen one in real life. Then the deer shifted and she saw her twin brother, Greg, in the shower. Naked. "Ah!" She screamed, slapping her hands over her now closed eyelids, "My eyes! My eyes! I'm blinded!"

That was something she never, ever wanted to see. Ever. Now she was emotionally scarred for life. When she heard clomping steps, she opened her eyes and froze as the deer galloped towards her. Becky, Ada's younger sister, popped her head out of her room.

A giant grin lifted Becky's lips as she shouted happily, "A deer!"

Keithie, her younger brother, and her dad jumped out in front of her from the other bathroom next to her bedroom, holding a basket of clothing to be washed each. They threw it at the deer, and it stopped, shook the clothing off, except for her mum's bra hanging from its antlers, and it leaped its way down the staircase.

They took off after it. One of Ada's hands gripped the balustrade, the other held onto Keithie's shoulder. There was no way she'd miss this.

"Daddy, I left the door open in case any animals wanted to come in," Becky said from behind mum. Mum's mid-back length of black hair fell in her face as she hurried down the stairs after them.

"You did, huh?" Dad asked, leading the way.

"I did!"

"Yeah, one crazy-ass one!" Keithie said.

"Oh, no, you did a good thing, sweetheart," dad said to Becky. Then, he yelled up the stairs, "Greg, I'm going to need a bat!"

"Daddy, no!" Becky yelled.

"Dad!" Ada shouted. "You can't!" While she was pretty sure her dad wasn't serious (and beside the fact that he hadn't used a bat in years, so she wondered if he even knew how), just in case he was, she wanted him to know her objection.

"No, I'm not going to hit the deer, I'm just going to…massage it's head with it for a little bit."

Ada rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile. Now she knew her dad wasn't serious; he was joking around. The way he always was. That's just the way he was. It meant Ada was almost always smiling with him.

The deer ended up in the kitchen, eating Bowzer's food, after freaking the poor dog out. "He's here," dad said. He carefully crept into the kitchen. Becky stood at the corner, Keithie right behind her, Ada behind him, their mother behind her and Greg behind her, so they all could see in. The deer munched Bowzer's dog biscuits.

"Okay, he knows we're here now. Stay, stay," dad told them. They stopped moving, Ada's hands resting on Keithie's shoulders again. Despite being Greg's twin, she hadn't inherited his height as well; instead, she stood shorter than everyone but Keithie and Becky. One more year, and Keithie would shoot up past her as he really hit the flow of puberty. And Becky was one of those skinny, long-limbed kids that you just knew were going to be tall, so she'd end up shooting past Ada too.

"Holy crap," Ada mumbled, shaking her head. They used to live in L.A. and never in a million years would Ada have thought a deer would wander off the streets and into their home when they were living there. Technically, she didn't think it would happen here either, but then again, most people underestimated Becky's deep concern for all animals.

"Language," mum managed to reprimand her, despite being completely focused on the scene unfolding before them, her Hispanic accent tinting her words.

The deer's head turned to look at Becky. A shiver ran up her spine; this seemed to be turning into a horrible, scary movie, where the deer would suddenly rabidly charge them, and tear them limb from limb. Ada really didn't want that to happen.

"What's it looking at?" Dad muttered, following its gaze. "Move your doll towards me."

Becky moved Mr. Gigglesworth, her stuffed monkey and favourite, towards dad. "And back to you. Towards me. And back to you. Three times fast."

"Oh, no way," Ada shook her head disbelievingly. The deer's head followed the monkey.

"Give me that thing," dad clicked his fingers.

"Mr. Gigglesworth?" Becky said reluctantly. She, despite her young age, knew better than to hand things over to dad. Especially if she wanted that thing back.

"Don't worry. Put it in my hand," he kept his eyes on the deer. "Roxanne, take them in there. Over there."

Mum shuffled them into the lounge room, out of the way. No one sat down, too eager to see what would happen. They could hear their dad talking to the deer. "Hey, dude. Do you like this guy?"

Oh, god. Her dad just called a deer 'dude'.

"Huh? You want to play with him? Let's go play with him in the other room. Come on. Come on, man. Slowly walk with me. I said slowly." Ada saw him hurry past, holding the monkey's arm up in a beckoning movement. "I said slowly."

He started running as the deer tailed him, and Ada followed behind. Out the front door, dad threw Mr. Gigglesworth onto the lawn and the deer leaped down to it.

"Problem solved," dad said as Keith shoved slightly into Ada's arm as he came to a stop. The others piled onto the front porch as well to watch, and Becky slipped in between Ada and dad, her small hand entwining with Ada's almost absentmindedly, her eyes glued to the scene before her. The deer picked Mr. Gigglesworth up, and shook it, tearing it to shreds.

"Mr. Gigglesworth! Daddy, he's killing him!" Becky cried, close to tears.

"New problem begins," dad sighed. Ada pressed her lips together to stop smiling, wrapping an arm around Becky's tiny shoulders. "I'm sorry," he said, brushing at Becky's hair.

"Is that your bra, Mrs. Feder?"

Ada jumped, glancing to the side at the postman she didn't realize was there. He was a chubby man, and Ada didn't particularly like the way he was smiling, knowing the answer to his question. The bra was pink and lacy, transparent. Obviously mum's.

Her mum shrugged, making a face like 'what am I going to do?'. The postman held up a hand to dad for a high five.

Ada glared at the chubby man as dad said, "Easy." Her mum crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"Ew," Keithie said, his face shutting down towards the postman, not appreciating the way he was staring at the bra.

"It is pretty cool," dad said, high-fiving the postman.

"Ugh!" Ada said, turning around to walk back inside. Men! She nearly walked into Greg, a towel wrapped around his waist, instantly reminding Ada of what she never, ever wanted to see, but unfortunately had. Her face scrunched up, shuddering, "Gross! Nightmares."

His cheeks reddened, and he avoided Ada's eyes, staring intently at his bare feet.

Ada pushed past him, trying to erase her memories. She wouldn't mind some amnesia right about now. They had moved to their dad's hometown in Connecticut about ten months ago, and this was the first deer to wander into their house. It was a good start to the last day of school before summer arrived.

"Hold it young lady," dad called to Ada, and she stopped, one foot hovering over the first step.

His tone was vaguely ominous, and Ada got the feeling this conversation wouldn't be about how funny it was that a deer got in the house. "Yes?"

"Where'd you get that?" he frowned, gesturing at Ada's nightgown. It was a sky blue colour, silky, and a V-cut, the material over the bust area was thick, layered lace the same shade of blue. It was almost exactly like her mum's, who had thought it would be fun to have the same pajamas, but in different colours and slightly different cuts. The pink one her mum had on was more of a shallow scoop neckline, and her other black one was a very deep V-cut, which Ada thought left more uncovered than covered. The blue one Ada had was a V neckline, the purple one she also had was a décolletage design.

Coincidently, they had all been designed by mum. Mum, formerly Roxanne Chase, now Roxanne Chase-Feder, was a fantastic fashion designer, and she'd opened a little boutique in town when they'd moved here. She was creatively talented, and Greg seemed to have gotten her inherent eye for design.

Their dad, Lenny, used to be a high-powered Hollywood talent agent, but since their move, had yet to find a new job. His old job made a lot of money, which meant they never were in want of anything. Their house was huge; seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, a pool and a massive back yard.

"Mum bought it from her shop."

"Take it back to the shop." He turned to his wife, "What'd you buy her something like that for?"

"What," her mum shrugged, indifferent. "I think it's nice."

Her dad frowned at her. "No, you know what's nice? A burlap sack."

"Oh, Lenny," her mum sighed, rolling her eyes. "You're just going to have to accept that she's growing into a young woman."

"No, I don't," he replied, shaking his head like it was obvious.

Ada tried sneaking away, but her dad caught her. "Hey. It's too lacy and we can see your boobs. I distinctly remember telling you not to get older. And not to grow boobs."

Ada glanced down, before rolling her eyes, "No, you can't." It was true; she was completely covered. The nightgown shouldn't be a big deal; there was no one to see her but her family, and the material was deliriously comfortable.

But try explaining that to her dad. He'd found a red bra of hers once and thought it was her mums. He'd been shocked and then pissed when he found out. He was just unreasonable when it came to Ada. Ada felt sorry for when it would be Becky's turn to endure his unreasonableness.

Her first date had been a nightmare. But that was a whole 'nuther story she didn't want to get into. Whenever someone asked, she just left it at 'never again'. Dating was not an experience she wanted to go through again, especially if her dad knew about it. At the current stage in her life, or more specifically her dad's current reaction to this stage of her life, it was just all together easier if she didn't date. Or, if she didn't tell him about it.

"I have to get ready for school," Ada said. "Not that this hasn't been fun. Really. Let's pick it up later."

She ran up the stairs before her dad could continue it right then.

She closed the door behind her. Her room was decorated Parisian style; opulent and luxurious, purple being the current theme colour. Paris was Ada's favourite city; she adored how it was such a romantic place, how everything about the city was connected with love; romance was everywhere. Her bedroom held the spirit of the city. A classic, elegant interior, making Ada feel almost like the queen of France.

Large, heavy, mauve with intricate gold threading curtains blocked light out from the floor to ceiling, white paned French doors that opened to a small balcony. The thick ivory blanket cover laid over lilac satin sheets, of her white AFK Josephine upholstered queen sized bed with lit a la polonaise in the same shade of ivory, and gold threading. A carved and painted cream and gold dresser and mirror sat against the wall across the room, and a vintage daybed carved white and gesso stood at the end of her bed.

A Bonaparte ottoman and champagne pale sand table rested in the corner of her room, close to a window, and the noir piere white weathered hutch holding all her books. Her AFK French computer desk was pushed against the same wall as her bed, close to the French doors. The walls were painted a collage and mixing of purples; African violet, antique fuchsia, china rose, boysenberry and bright lavender. Her wardrobe was an AFK breakfront armoire.

She'd spent a long time picking out the right furniture, and she was pleased with the end result. The song 'Almost' by Bowling for Soup played through her radio and she turned it up as she got ready for the last day of school.

A little while later, Keithie pounded on her bedroom door the way he always did each morning, giving her a timing warning, "Ten minutes."

"Thanks," she called to him. She was ready, anyway. She contemplated herself in the mirror. Having a fashion designer for a mum meant she had an armoire full of beautiful, elegant designed clothing, some specifically designed for her alone. Her mum liked playing dress up with Ada, and she just figured she never grew out of that stage from childhood.

Ada looked just like her mum, inheriting very little from her dad looks-wise; only the paleness of her skin, rather than being deeply tanned like her mum. She was only sixteen, but she had curves up the wazoo; big boobs, small waist, curved ass. She was voluptuous, like a mini Roxanne Chase-Feder, without the accent and mocha skin. And didn't her daddy hate it? Her black hair was long and thick, and wildly curling. She was petite and short, but most likely still had a couple inches to grow, if genetics were anything to go on.

She'd picked a florally summer dress in dark blues, greens and reds, with thin, string straps tied at her shoulders, holding the dress up, and a dirty cream, braided belt around her waist. The dress was made of thin material, and floated loosely around her, coming down half way to her knees.

Her mum would have paired the dress with a pain of high heels, probably the same colour as the belt. Instead, Ada dressed her own way; with a pair of black converse. She grabbed her bag and headed outside, walking down the long driveway to the road where the bus would pick them up.

Becky was riding her bike round in circles, and mum drove past, the windows rolled down as she shouted out the window, "Have the best last day of school my gorgeous children, I love you all!"

"Bye mum!" Ada called, in chorus with her siblings.

So, what did you think? Do you like Ada?

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