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“Boys, I want you to meet Kaitlyn. She is my new friend I met at school a few weeks ago. Kaitlyn?” Janet introduced me to her band of brothers… Jermaine, Tito, Jackie, Marlon, Randy.. and Michael.

“Hey Kaitlyn,” Randy greeted me.

I just smiled… I was usually very timid.

“Come on, Kaity. Wanna go upstairs and fix things up for the sleepover?” Janet said.

“Um, sure I guess.” I shrugged.

I heard one of the boys giggling. I didn't hear who, though.

I marched upstairs behind Janet. We entered her room. Shades of pink covered the walls, her bed sheets, and a couple other things.

“You do love pink for an 18 year old teen,” I said, taking note on how neat and organized her room was.

“No, no, no. Adult.” Janet shook her head.

I giggled. There was a knock on the door. “Come in!”

The door opened and wearing a pink Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, Michael stepped in.

“Janet, Mom said dinner will be ready in 5 minutes… you should come downstairs,” he said, his eyes on me.

I blushed. Janet pushed past Michael, leaving me and him alone in the room.

“Um, we should probably go downstairs,” he muttered.

Following him, I made my way downstairs. My nose caught the smell of tomato sauce and garlic and I went into the kitchen. Janet was helping Katherine set up the table already.

“Hello, dear. Your name is Kaitlyn, right?” Katherine said.

I nodded. “Yes, Ma'am.”

“Can you call the boys for me? Dinner is ready,” Katherine said and I nodded.

I went towards the living room. The boys were watching a movie… Titanic, I imagined and eating popcorn.

“Guys, dinner is ready.”

Without a noise, the boys got up and headed towards the kitchen.. except Marlon. Michael seemed to notice and he stopped in the kitchen doorway with his hands in his pockets… eyeing our every move.

“Kaitlyn, can I talk to you for a bit?” Marlon asked and I followed him upstairs.

To Be Continued..

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