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Short-Stack

Would you guys be interested in a short story book? I deleted my last one because I was unhappy with it, but I have improved since then, so would you read it? Anyway, onto the chapter! Byee! *Clap**Clap*

I was sat, just as I did these days, in my dressing room, humming watch what happens to myself as I completed my homework for the day. My pen easily scraped the paper as my increased knowledge of algebra flooded my brain, knowing exactly what to do. I was on the final question, connecting the tip of my pencil to my brain in the hopes that the information I needed to work out the question would come to me. To no avail, it didn't, but a knock at the door did arrive for me. 

I would have stood from my chair and gone to the door, but I didn't want to lose my focus so I instead resorted for the next best thing I could do in the situation. 

"Decent!" I called to the person stood outside my door. The door, known for how squeaky it was, crept open, a head of hair appearing through the doorframe. A very familiar head of hair. "Oh my gosh, Jules!"

I jumped up from the chair, pouncing on her, knocking us both to the floor where we broke out into a fit of laughter. 

"What am I? Dead meat? I have you know I have helped you lots with algebra. I expect some payment." 

I looked up to the voice, knowing instantly who it was. I pulled myself off the floor, lending a hand to Jules who was sprawled on her back. A soon as she was back on two feet, I gave Clark a hug, unexpectantly burying my head into his chest. 

"Why are you so tall?" 

He laughed slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno. Puberty?" 

"Wow, your voice is..."

"Deep? yeah." 

I nodded my head slightly, not completely taking in the situation. "Huh."

I began to walk back into my dressing room, setting aside my homework. They both followed me, their heads turning in different directions in an attempt to take in my dressing room, either that or they were inspecting for any spiders as both were known for their arachnophobia. 

"Wait!" I yelled, causing both Jules and Clark to stop in their tracks, looking towards me. "How are you here?" I walked up to them, my face centimetres away from theirs. I looked deep into their eyes, hoping to unscramble any hints that could lead me to the solution to the enigma. "Who brought you here?" 

"Ben." They both stated in unison. 

"My dad usually does these things, should have known. Josh probably had a hand in this too." 

They both looked at each other then back at me, before Clark advanced on me, knocking me onto the sofa that was pushed against the wall. He placed a hand on my forehead, looking towards Jules with a perplexed expression. "What?" 

"You just called Ben... dad." Jules bent one of her knees, placing her hands on her hips as though I was deep trouble. 

"Yeah... he basically is." 

I was worried, scared even. I know she's wanted a father her whole life, and now I've hurt her because it's like I've replaced my previous dad. Her face contorted slightly, but then she suddenly pounced on me as I had done before. I thought I was in deep trouble, but her next actions told me otherwise. 

"Awww, I'm so happy for you!" she squealed, grabbing me in a hug swaying me slightly. 

I let out a sigh of relief, blowing some of my hair out of my face. "Phew, I was worried then." 

She didn't let go of me, "I could never be mad at you. I'll find a dad soon, maybe even a mom." 

"God, you girls are strange," commented Clark from where he was now stood inspecting my photo's on my mirror. 

"Says the person who apologizes to tables when he stubs his toes on them." Jules retaliated returning to her 'your-in-trouble' stance, which she probably had to uphold more often than not these days now that I'm not there to control Clark. 

"Hey! They have feelings too!" Clark threw a hand over his heart, pretending as though he was genuinely hurt at the idea that tables were just inanimate objects and not living and breathing organisms deserving their rights. 

I raised my hands in surrender, "Okay, they have feelings."

Just then there was another knock on the door, but I had no time to even call out to the person when they opened the door and entered. My dad emerged through it, running past us and hiding behind an arm of the sofa. He said nothing, just breathed heavily as his hair stuck to his forehead. 

We stood in silence for a minute, all three of us staring at him bewildered until I decided to break the silence. "You okay there dad?" 

"Shhhh! Lizzy will hear you then we're both screwed."

"What did you do this time?" 

"I called her short-stack whilst wedding planning, and now she's out to get me."

I giggled at him, throwing my head back, "That's your fault. I'm actually in the clear for once." 

Just then our heads all snapped towards the door as Lizzy's voice sounded just outside the door. "Benjamin Tyler Cook! You better show yourself or I'm not getting married to you!"

"Help me!" he whispered, gulping towards the door. I simply smirked at him. 

"Oh no, Grace don't..." 

"Hey, mum! He's in here!"

It took a few seconds, but a red-faced mother emerged from the hallway into my dressing room. She seethed with anger as she spotted her fiance cowering in the corner. She didn't say anything, she just crossed the room, taking my dad by the ear and pulling him out of the room muttering a string of swears under her breath as he began struggling against her vice grip. 

Clark, Jules and I blinked blankly at what just occurred, not quite sure what to take from the situation. I looked back at them, and one of our signature laughing fits soon occurred moments after. 

"Your parents are... interesting."

"You're telling me."