"Madeline, please get out of the car. This is our new home and you can't change that," my mother says as she's unpacking boxes from the car.

I get out of the car and grab my bag. As I look up at our new house, I can see a broken window. Probably some punk kids messing around. I sigh and head into the house. The inside is huge. There's a giant spiraling staircase leading upstairs, a golden candelabra hanging from the ceiling right when you walk in, and a ginormous fireplace. I get first pick at a room since my brother, Pete, decided to stroll around the neighborhood in search of a kid his own age. I head up the massive staircase and find a perfect room. There is a huge walk-in closet, enough room on the wall for all of my posters and maybe even a TV. There is also a huge window with a balcony. My own personal balcony! I wish Skylar and Dylan were here, they would love this. Skylar's my bestfriend back in Illinois and Dylan's my boyfriend. Or at least I hope he's still my boyfriend. He agreed on trying out this whole long-distance relationship thing but I know Vanessa, my only enemy, has been wanting to date Dylan for years. But who wouldn't? He has dirty-blonde hair, brown eyes, and a great personality. But Vanessa doesn't care about any of that. She just wants him because he's with me. She believes just because she's popular, she should get her pick in boyfriend. Well I don't think that's right. I like Dylan for who he is. I don't care about popularity, smarts, or appearance.

Just as I walk back into my room, I hear my laptop make a beeping sound. I'm getting a video chat request. I open up my laptop and click accept. It's Skylar.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!! I can't believe it! I miss you sooooooooooooooo much!!!! How is it there? Did you get a sweet room? Meet any cute boys? How's Oliver? Meet any cute boys? How's Pete? Meet any cute boys? How's your parents? Meet any cute boys?" Skylar says so fast as if the world will end if she takes a breath. I forgot to mention, Skylar can be like that.

        "I miss you too! It's kind of creepy around here. The house is huge and I got one of the best rooms. It even has it's own private balcony!" I say as I point the laptop over to the window, "And I have Dylan, remember? I actually haven't seen Oliver since we got out of the car. Probably outside digging a hole or something. Again, Dylan. Pete's fine, as annoying as usual, but fine. He's out looking for some lonely 12 year old boys and single 13 year old girls with cute accents. Dylan. Parents are fine. Except for the part where they made us move, and Dylan."

        "So no cute boys?"

I sigh and say, "Bye Skylar," and I shut the laptop.

Five seconds later, I get another video request. I open my laptop, without even looking at the username, and say, "No, I did not meet any cute boys!"

        "Well that's a relief," Dylan says in a sarcastic tone.

         I smile and say, "Hey Dylan. How's it going? Is the whole city burning down in flames because of my departure? Has Lake Michigan flooded Chicago? Is our favorite seat on the ferris wheel under water?"

        He laughs and says, "Yes, and aliens have attacked. They've taken all of the McDonald's with them to their home planet. Not a single happy meal left in the whole state."

        "Oh no. I better leave right away before they realize that it's Plush Horse that's making all the money these days," I say sarcasticly.

We both laugh and the conversation goes on for about a half hour until I'm called down for dinner.

"Sorry. I have to go now. Talk to you before bed?"

"Absolutely. Say hello to any vampires for me," he laughs and we both shut down our computers.

I smile all the way downstairs and think about Dylan's last words. Vampires. Only Dylan would say something like that.

"So Pete. Meet any cute Romanian girls?" I ask my brother as we begin to eat.

        With a dazed expression on his face, he replies, "Oh yeah. Her name's Jezabelle and I think she really likes me. She said I would be great to have for dinner. And what can I say? I'm a complete package. Good looks and athletic. playing street hockey for 3 years must've really paid off."

         "Yeah, I'm sure that's it," I say with a laugh.