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about to get crazy.
     
    We all unpack and head downstairs. Agnes is in the kitchen cooking us breakfast. She's made my favorite — French toast. There are also fresh strawberries and whipped topping. My mouth waters at the sight.
    “Your favorite .” Alec smiles, sitting down at the head of the table. He always sits there. He grabs a plate and starts digging in as the rest of us take a seat.
    “You have no table manners,” I tell him, and I grab a handful of strawberries for my French toast.
    “Me?” he asks with his mouth full.
    I roll my eyes and take a bite of my own food.
    “This is amazing.” Bridgett shovels a huge bite in her mouth. “Screw table manners.”
    “Agnes does make the best French toast ever ,” Alec tells her. “One time Scarlett and I flew all the way here just to have breakfast.”
    “That's not true,” I argue. “We stayed two days.”
    Alec laughs. “Yeah, so we could have French toast two days in a row.”
    I can't help but smile at the memory. “We have had some good times.”
    Maybe having Alec around won't be so bad. He is my best friend. Everything that he is doing, he is doing for my career. He is looking out for me the only way he knows how to, and I love him for it. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I would be the person I am today.
    “I've been thinking, Scar,” Alec starts out, and I know whatever he says is going to be bad. He is using his soft don't be mad at me voice. “I know that this is a very personal matter for you, but I think you should let me record this for the documentary. It's important to your stor y… ”
    I want to protest, but I decide hear him out.
    “Think about it. Bridgett came out of nowhere . Don't you think the audience wants to see you confront your mom? She lied to you for nineteen years. This is GOLD , and you have the opportunity to make millions.”
    “I don't care about money. I have more than I know what to do with as it is. I could retire and live comfortably for the rest of my life.” He knows this.
    “You do know you're not going to be the only one paid, right? Bridgett, Stephan, me, and everybody who agrees to be in the documentary. Depending on the person, they get paid X amount of royalty per episode they appear in.”
    If this were anybody other than Alec, I would worry that he only wanted me to do this to benefit himself, but I know he's not like that. He also knows I'm going to truly consider this, because it doesn't just benefit me. It benefits everybody I love.
    “Plus, this is your story . Don’t you want to tell it before your parents do?”
    Damn. This either benefits me, and everybody I love, or it benefits my parents. The story is going to get out one way or the other. I’d rather my version get out first.
    “Let's ma ke a deal.” I fold my hands on the table, and consider what I'm about to say. It's life changing. “I will let you record me, but I get to choose what goes in and what doesn't. Some things are just personal and should stay between me and my family.”
    Alec grins. He's obviously satisfied with my conditions. “Deal.”
    Everything is feeling a bit overwhelming. Then, Stephan leans over and whispers in my ear, “Can we take this whipped topping back to your room?”
    I bust out laughing and just shake my head at him.
    I so needed that.
    After breakfast, Stephan and I go outside and lie on the hammock in the backyard. His arm is around me, and I am laying my head in the crook of his arm. I love how our bodies fit perfectly together. It's then that I realize this is our first time “lying down” together, and I like it.
    Our relationship is so easy and familiar. I don’t have to try to be with him, I just am. And I love that Stephan has never pressured me to do anything more than kiss. Sure, he jokes with me about it, but he's never pushed. It's like he's waiting for the perfect moment. I know that it wouldn't take much “pressure” to get me to cave. I want Stephan more than I've ever