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"Nah, I could take 'er." Aylish replied, plopping down on the couch. She flipped out her cell phone and went to ringtones, scrolling down until she found waht she was looking for: the Rocky theme song. She played it as she threw a few punches into the air boxer-style.

Aylish flicked off the cell phone so that Cadence could answer the house phone. When she realized that the old woman had called, she clapped a hand over her mouth and grinned, eyes shut, visibly fighting not to laugh.

Charity remained silent through being hurried into the house and Candence answering the phone, she smiled at Aylish trying to stop herself laughing before sitting down in a single seat chair that was pretty much opposite the couch.

"Hmm... How?" she asked leaning forward slightly, she imagined Candence had opened the curtains or something in her room, anything else was majorly spooky.

"Just.. Shut the curtains?" Charity asked smiling, she sat back in the chair and rummaged around in her pocket before pulling her phone out, she flipped it up and looked at the time, "Still Mrs Evil spying on you is better than getting you into trouble over things you didn't do."

Lance was heading out the door and decided taht he may as well grab the mail. He opened up the box and saw a brightly colored flyer. He disregarded it as a promotion thing. Taking the mail inside, his mom shouted at him from the kitchen, "Lance, honey! I want you to run something over next door! I borrowed a couple movies from Mrs. Monroe next door and I can't go since I'm doing some baking for the Ladies' Club meeting!" "Uuuugh! FIne, Mom!" he shouted back. "Oh, thank you honey! They're right in the living room on the side table!" she said. Lance wnet in and grabbed teh DVDs and left the house. He headed next door a little slowly. He'd 'heard' things about the girl who lived there at school. He'd mostly dismissed them as groundless rumors. But now he saw she was indeed living a wealthy lifestyle. "I hope she's not all snooty and arrogant like that jerk at my last school and his AWFUL troll of a sister" he muttered, shuddering. THe dreadful girl had tried coming on to him. He'd rejected her outright, mostly for her attitude than her looks. He got to the door and knocked a bit hesitantly. "Here goes nothing..." he muttered to himself.

"Uh...yeah. My mom borrowed these movies from a Mrs. Monroe..." he siad. He wasn't staring, but h was kind of shy around people he didn't know. He could keep eye contact, but he couldn't talk to much or he would slowly peter off until he couldn't be heard.

"umm nice to meet you..." he said, kind fo puzzled. He was pretty sure taht he ahdn't seen this girl beofre. How did she know his name? He was so confused and it wasn't getting any less so.

"No problem, I'm not insulted. It's fine, it happens to me to..." he siad, half smiling. "Well I had to go soemwhere, but tnow that i actually think aobu tit they're probably closed..." he siad, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sure, why not." he said, a little hesitant. Then he added, "I was just going to swing by the music store in town that I saw on the way to school..." he shrugged a little. Then he added again, "Yeah......my mom and I both agreed that that lady was a nut job when we moved in. And we hardly ever agree on anything..." He smiled a little bit at that, because it was one hundred percent true.