The next morning I woke up around 11 am. Honestly, I would have slept till 1 but my phone wouldn't stop ringing. I didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was.

"What Annie." I said in a grumpy morning voice.

"Thank God you're okay. I thought you got kidnapped." She said.

"Do you always have to be so dramatic?" I asked.

"It a sign that I care." She said. The semester that had just passed I took some psychology classes and she helped me study for my finals. So now she thinks she everything.

"No, it's the sign of the annoying best friend." I said.

"Ha-Ha-Ha, you're soo funny." She said sarcastically.

"I know."

"Okay, can you tell me where the hell you are." She said.

"At Brendan's place" I said casually.

"The concert guy?" She asked.

"His name is Brendan Ann. But yes that's THE Brendan."

"Dam girl, i would love to hear the details but I need to go to work." She said. I rolled my eyes. She knows I wouldn't do that.

"Yeah whatever. Have fun at work." I said and hung up the phone.

What am I suppose to do today or for the next 3 weeks? I thought. I could always hang out with Brendan... Where is Brendan?

I decided to get up from the comfortable warm bed and go to the kitchen. Since it's a big open space, the moment I walked down the hallway, I could see anyone who was in the kitchen and living room area. And to my surprise I found none. Maybe he's still sleeping I thought. I went to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. Normally, I would have made something like pancakes or eggs but it seems like he didn't go gorcery shopping in ages. As I was eating my breakfast I noticed a note on the island.

" Good morning Isabelle, I had a meeting this morning but I'll be back home by lunch.
Brendan"

Well that explains why it's so quiet. I continued to eat my breakfast and rethought on what Ann said. She has this plan. Since I finished everything, she told me I needed to accomplish a few tasks in those 3 weeks. So I can become more "social".
1) Go clubbing; that has been accomplish and I'll never do it again.
2)Go on a date; Not gonna happen.
3) Celebrate Christmas with someone (other than Anni); Yeah this one too, I'm not doing it.

So you see, I really don't have anything to do in the weeks that follow or right now. You could always clean. I thought. "What the hell why not"

I plugged my iPhone to the dock and cleaned around. The Vamps came on a few times so did the Artic Monkeys. I know, I have a wide variety when it comes to music. Anyways, at some point a person knocked on the door. Normally, I wouldn't anwser the door but let's face it, I haven't been my normal self since last night. When I opened the door, I saw this beautiful women standing there. She had crystal blue eyes, curly blond hair and perfect pink lips. Come to think of it she looked a lot like Barbie, the idea of wwhat a perfect girl should look like. I think she spoke cause she starred at me.

"What did you say?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at me. Probably thinks I'm some retard.

"I said, is Brendan home?" She said eyeing me from head to toe, giving me a disapproving look. I couldn't blame her. I was wearing a pair of Brendan's workout cloth as pyjama's and my chocolate waves were in a messy bun. I automatically felt insecure.

"Well, is he?" She asked clearly showing that she's annoyed with me. Are girl in Montreal rude?

"No, he isn't." I said, barely audioble.

"What?" She said. It's pardon me, you... I cleared my voice before I spoke.

"I said no he isn't home." My brown eyes starring into her blue ones.

"And you are?" She asked aggressively.No thank you for the information! The nerves of these people.

"I'm Isa--" She cut me off before I finished

"Cute you thought I actually I cared to know." She said in those fake sweet voice.

"Well, you did ask, I was just answ--" She cut me off again! Rude much.

"Look, I don't care who you are." She said. Okay, someone's bipolar here. I swear she should thank God that she looks pretty cos her personnality is something else.

"Then why did you ask?" I said. She narrowed her eyes; as if she was restrainning herself from jumping me. Why? Oh right! I was a smart mouth.

"You think you're so smart, right?" She said. I didn't answer. Good stay quiet.

"Oh so now you can't talk." She said coming closer to me. Why is she so hostile with me? I don't know you!Was what I wanted to shout but I know better then to do that.

"No, I can" I said in a low voice. I've only been in a situation like this once in high school. And I didn't keep my mouth shut so I ended up with a bruised lip. I fought back natrually but I hate conflicts. But that doesn't mean I wasn't intimidated then. And I sure did felt intimidated right now. And she knows it.

"Listen closely, stay the fuck away from Brendan. Or else." She said in a low threating voice.

"And you are?"

"Catherine Adams." She said proudly, as if the name should mean something to me. Yeah besides the fact you're a bitch.

"I mean it you slut." She said. "Stay- Away." I nodded and closed the door.

I stopped the music and thought about what just happened. Cat was being aggressive towards me because I knew Brendan. She wanted Brendan's attention and saw me as a threat. But why was I a threat. She gorgeous. But aggressive. Maybe I should just leave, right now. But if you do, you're no better then your mom. Then I should stay and ignore all of this ever happened. But if you stay, I'm sure Cat won't be the only person giving me a hard time. This really isn't helping me.

"That's it! I'm going for a walk." I said outloud.

I went to the guess bedroom, took a quick shower and trew back the cloths I had on last night. That includeds Brendan's sweater. I wrote him a note thanking him but that I need to go. Their was a key near the door, so I locked it up and left his apartment. I needed to get as far away as possible from the situation and him. To clear my mind of things. But like I said before, what I want, life doesn't. I barely had crossed the street until I saw Brendan.

"Isabelle, what are you doing out here." He said smiling. I couldn't tell him what happened. And I can't just leave him like that. I've never seen anyone this happy to see me since the death of my father.

"I needed some fresh air." I lied.

"Oh well, how about we go out for lunch then." He said. Is he asking me out? Get grip, he's just being nice.

"Isabelle? Is everything okay?" He asked.

"What?... Oh yes, everything is fine." I said. I need to stop being distracted.

"You sure?" He asked, geniunly concerned.

"Yeah. I usally blank out. Sorry about that." I said.

"It's fine. So where do you want to go for lunch?" He asked while we were in the car.

A/N:

Hey! Don't forget this chapter isn't over. Chapter 6 part 2 is the next one.

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