Chapter 8
"Hey, AJ, what time is it?" "6:30. Why?" "I've only been here for 4 hours and it feels like I never left. This place is more like home than my mom's house is. I don't even know where the plastic bags are in that house." "Here I could cook an entire meal and not have to ask once where anything is." she said as she got up and walked to the window that faced her house. "It's weird, I guess." "PIZZA'S HERE!" Bob yelled up the stairs. "STAMPEED", he exclaimed to his wife, as he walked into the kitchen, followed closely by ten hungry 'kids' ranging in age from 9 to 25. He just had to laugh. "What was all that noise a little earlier? I thought I heard someone screaming." He asked after everyone had gotten their food and found somewhere to sit. "That would be me", Megan informed him. He gave her a questioning look. "What? Nick was being the mean older that he is." "No! I wasn’t." "Yes! You were!" "No! I wasn’t!" "Yes! You were!" "No! I wasn’t! "Yes! You were! "No I wasn’t! I was getting you back for messing up my hair!" "Yeah Nicky, you just keep telling yourself that. If it helps you sleep at night then go ahead. Believe what you want to." Nick stuck his tounge out at her. "Oh that was mature Nicky!" "I know. Wasn’t it though?" "See what I mean. When you're not here, he has no one to torture. So when he is home he is really quiet, except when he's on the phone with you." "He just can't seem get BJ, Leslie, or even Angel to scream that loud." As he said this he looked from his tall, blond son, to his 'adopted' daughter and back. "Nick? Quiet? Is that possible?" "You would be surprised how quite Nicky here can get." "Nick Carter quiet? Wow! Now that is something I have yet to witness!" Megan said as she took a bite of pizza.Back to.......
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