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doorway.
     
    When we arrived in her room in through myself on the bed.
     
    "Why didn't you tell me they would be here?" I asked her.
     
    A minute passed and still no answer.
     
    I sat up and looked at her "Well?"
     
    She huffed and replied finally "Well I knew if I told you, you would never have come over. Plus in my defense they wasn't meant to be here until this evening."
     
    She walked in front of me and kneeled down and put both hand on my lap.
     
    "I'm very sorry honey poo bear." She said in a child like voice, while giving me her best puppy dog eyes.
     
    I couldn't help but laugh at her.
     
    She smiled up brightly. "I'll take that as a yes." She said, grinning.
     
    I lied back on the bed and Heather moved to lay next to me.
     
    I sighed starring at the ceiling.
     
    "Why do you think they did it?" I ask the question that has been bugging me since we first left the kitchen.
     
    I turned to Heather who had a guilty look on her face.
     
    I rolled on my side and prop myself on my arm.
     
    "What are you not telling me?" I said giving her an intense stare.
     
    "Well....you know when you first started to avoid them?" I nodded,
     
    "Well they asked me why and I told them..."
     
    I gasp "Why.. why would you do that?" Feeling almost betrayed by her.
     
    "They were worried about you.... they kept asking if you were ok.. if you were sick or something. I had to tell them." She said pleadingly.
     
    I looked at her stunned,. "They were worried?" I asked with surprise in my voice.
     
    Heather nods "They told me to get you to come back so they could apologize, but I didn't think it was a good idea. You were so depressed, I didn't want you breaking down again." She said trying to defend her actions.
     
    I thought for a while. "I guess you were probably right." I sigh.
     
    Heather expression changed back to one of happiness. "So you’re not mad?" I shake my head 'no'.
     
    "Good." She almost shouted and hopped up onto her knees "Because I need your help."
     
    I sat up and raised an eyebrow "With what?" I asked.
     
    Twenty minutes later…
     
    I step out of the bathroom to see Heather all changed and already waiting for me.
     
    "So the plan is we, mainly you, will convince Dean it’s a good idea to go swimming with us and to take off that damn make up he is always wearing now." She shudders.
     
    "And we are doing this why?" I ask for the tenth time.
     
    She hits my head "I told you! I don't like him being all... emo and depressed walking around like that. So we need to convince him to go back to normal."
     
    I laugh. "You are such a good sister." I say sarcastically and put on a robe.
     
    She just ignored me and does the same.
     
    "Come on." She says dragging me out of the room and downstairs to where Dean is.
     
    "Why do I feel like you’re pimping me out?" I frown at Heather, who just swats me and mouths to me 'Come on'.
     
    I hear a deep laugh from behind us. I try to turn to see who it is but Heather is a woman on a mission and pays no mind to anything other than her goal and continues to drag me along in protest.
     
    We finally arrive at the games room, which is almost pitch black except from the light from the game on the TV.
     
    Heather drags me to the remainder of the distance towards Dean.
     
    We were now standing just behind him, but he hadn't noticed, too enthralled by his game.
     
    Heather clears her throat to get his attention, but he doesn't pause or even turn.
     
    He just asks in a bored tone, "What is it now Heav?"
     
    I look at her and give her a look as if to say 'so you tried a few times already?' she nods in reply.
     
    "I was just wondering if you wanted to go swimming with us?" she asks him innocently.
     
    He rolls his eyes and continues to play his game.
     
    "I didn't last time you came with that weird friend... what’s her name.. oh yeah Emily, so why would I now. Leave me be." He growls the last part.
     
    I look to Heather and mouth 'Emily?' with my eyebrows