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    "Hey, there you guys are." Grady grins.
    "Yeah, you just missed a wonderful game. I kicked Grady's ass, plenty of times." Rhiannon stresses. We all laugh, and Rhiannon checks the time. "Oh, we better hit the hay. I've got work tomorrow, early in the morning." She explains as she prances to her bedroom.
    Before all of us went to bed, Nathan announces something. "Um, is it okay if I crash here for tonight?" Rhiannon and Grady stops their tracks. I stare at Nathan with eyes bulging out of the sockets.
    "Sure, you can sleep in Inna's bedroom!" Rhiannon squeals. Why does he have to sleep in my room?
    "We have an extra room, Rhi." Grady comforts Rhiannon. She rolls her eyes before proceeding.
    "Well, the extra room has all your personal junk. I'm sure that Nathan would be more comfortable sleeping in Inna's room." Rhiannon lectures.
    Grady huffs, "They're not personal junk! They are prize possessions!"
    "C'mon, let the guy sleep in Inna's room. I'm sure she'll be fine with it. Besides, they slept together. It's not the first time, you know?" she winks, nudging me on my side. Ugh, why won't she drop it? It occurred years ago, so let it go!
    Rolling my eyes, I falter and storm into my bedroom, while I grab Nathan's hand and pull him towards me. Nathan starts complaining by commanding me to let go because I'm grabbing his hand, forcefully. Sheesh, bulk up and be a man, for once.
    "Ouch, you didn't have to wound me!" Nate complains, showing me the marks I left onto his wrist. "See, you left a boo-boo, right here!" Nate pouts, and I roll my eyes. Such a big baby, he is!
    "Awe, you'll survive! It's just a small scar. It's no big deal." I clarify, folding my arms around my chest. "Besides, do you want to sleep here or not? I can kick you out the door and let you sleep outside with a pack of wolves!"
    Nathan speculates, "Nah, I'll sleep here. Besides, you need someone manly enough to protect you from wilderness beasts." Nathan winks at me. I glare at him.
    "You do know that we live in a safe environment. We also have an alarm system, to secure the house." I explain. Nathan does not seem to falter.
    "You don't know what's out there, Inn." He scoots closer to me as our bodies almost touched. I can feel that same heat, building stronger between us. Whatever he is doing, he needs to stop before anything goes further. I cannot develop those feelings for him. I'll end up getting hurt.
    Stiffly, I watch Nate's arm motion towards me as his hand touches my face, delicately. I can feel my heart beating faster and pumping louder, although I am praying that Nate won't hear it. To my defense, he backs away from me and jumps onto the bed.
    "You're sleeping on the floor!" I exclaim, throwing a pillow at him. Nathan laughs, foolishly.

Chapter Four
    I Really Want to Shout
    In the mornings, it is very peaceful and quiet. I know it's tough having two friends, who are very loud, but it's nice while they are away. Yes, they both have jobs; I don't. See, I work around the house when Rhiannon and Grady are not at home. Of course, I go to college, but it's the start of Winter break.
    I cannot believe that Christmas is coming soon. I'm always eager about the holidays! Unfortunately, I'm not a huge fan of the cold weather. I can get cold easily because of my sensitive skin. I also hate it when the weather decides it to be cold and wet. Cold and wet is a terrible combination.
    At a younger age, I believe that there's a Santa Claus. I always write him a letter and place it in my small stocking, hanging onto the wall in my room. I will always let my mother bake the cookies and set them onto a small Christmas plate with a glass of milk. I also write him a thank you card for him, aside of the cookies and milk. Then, my mother will always tuck me into bed and tell me that I should stay asleep and be good for Santa.
    I never ask anything in return. I'm generous when it comes to others. I'm not snobbish or plastic.
    Correction: In middle school, I