Vega awoke late at night in the medium-sized white mansion that she lived in. She stood up, feeling a sharp pain in her head. "Okay forget that," she said in her sarcastic voice as usual. "Ugh my head!". She again attempted to raise herself from her bed, and, still holding her head, crept to the door of her room. She opened it slowly, as a loud creeeaakkk... came from it. "shh!" she said, but then stopped herself. "I'm so starved for conversation that I'm talking to a door.. and now I'm talking to myself! Wonderful," she whispered to herself. She tip-toed out into the darkness, making sure to be incredibly quiet. I wonder if mom's home yet, she thought. She snuck upto her mom's bedroom door and quietly opened it. She whispered into the pitch blackness "MoM?". No reply. She switched on the light. The bed was made with the floral sheets and the ruffled pillows. It hadn't been slept in for almost a month now. Vega adjusted her eyes to the blinding light as she hobbled over to the nightstand with the picture of herself, mom, and her dad. The tears came again, and she turned off the light, put the picture to her heart, and fell asleep once again.

The morning sun could have blinded Vega as she stretched and peered out the window. She looked around her. Still no mom. "Dang it mom when are you coming home?" she whined. As if on cue, the front door opened. Vega's smile lit up her face as she ran -- well, more fell -- down the stairs. "Mom!! I missed you so much!" she called, still tripping down the stairs. The heavy gray-haired woman at the door wasn't her mother. The familiar face was her maid, Mrs. Hawthorn. "Whole house again?" the blob of flesh said. "What? Oh.. yeah.. mom's room especially," Vega answered, handing thr woman a check for $100. "Don't spend it all in one place!" Vega joked. The woman rolled her eyes and began trudging up the stairs to clean. "My, my, my! That woman could look at a bed of roses and see ragweed!" Vega quoted, remembering the old movie she had seen that had said that line. She smiled to herself and walked toward the kitchen to have her customary half a grapefruit and 2 glasses of ice water for breakfast. She chewed on the ice cubes while thinking Thank God it's summer! She walked over to the radio and switched it on. ".. candlelight, you and me, and a bottle of wine..." Eagle Eye Cherry sang live on 96.3, Vega's favorite station. She slapped her face "Oh crap! That's today! Ugh how could I have missed this? Oh yeah I remember, I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and throwing up!". The tears started to come again, but she stopped them, remembering what her mother always said "Vega Alanna Madeleine! The Hansen family does not cry over stupid little things!". Hansen. Hanson. Why did everything have to remind her of them... him. Even her name reminded her of him. She started to cry again, but a knock on her front door interrupted her thoughts. She ran over to it as the knocks continued. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she answered the knocks. She opened the door and gasped at the figure she saw in front of her. The person was dressed in all black, fron the shoes to the hat and sunglasses, which covered up most of his face. "I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again," she said without emotion, to the all-too-familiar person standing on her front porch. "Well.. I have to talk to you V, it's important... wow have you gotten thin," came a voice from inside all the gothic blackness of the clothing. "My name is Vega, not V, and I have nothing to say to you!" she said, slamming the door in the "stranger's" face. The voice came from outside the door. "You can shut everyone out Vega.. even me.. but the only way you're going to get over it is to forgive me... and to forgive yourself," he said. Vega collapsed on the inside of the house, blocking the door. She started to cry, this time not stopping herself, as she heard an engine start up and fade away. "No one understands! No one!" she cried, looking down at her stomach, and crying even more. The elderly woman stopped vacuuming and came downstairs. "I'm going to call my son to pick me up now, okay?" she asked Vega, as if her permission actually mattered. "Umm.. sure yeah, I'll get the cordless, hold on," Vega answered, wiping the salty wetness off of her face. "Are you alright, honey?" the aged woman questioned. "Yeah, I'm fine." Vega replied, handing her the portable phone. "Well, alright. I know I'm not the easiest person to talk to but my son sure is,". "No really, I'm okay," Vega said, pasting on her fake smile that almost no one could see through... except for him. The woman shrugged and dialed. "Hey Jason.. I'm at the Hansen's... yeah 77th street... uh huh... get some chocolat on the way out, k? Thanks honey... I love you too... okay... bye." was the one-ended conversation that Vega heard while popping in her Jewel CD. "Adrian" came on. "Yuck, you teenagers listen to such depressing music these days! I remember back when my friends would come over and we'd listen to Beatles and songs like "Brown Eyed Girl" and "Good Lovin'", Mrs. Hawthorn said to Vega. "Oh yeah those are some good songs.. I sang Brown Eyed Girl at the local coffee shoppe... you know the Grand, right?" Vega said, being polite. "Umm.. don't think I know it.. but it's good that you've been listening to some good music!" the old woman smiled. Well, she's not that bad for an old lady, Vega thought. "Do you want something to eat? Our shelves are packed with good stuff if you want anything just help yourself, k?" she said aloud. "Well aren't you a sweetheart! I wish Jason would go for more girls like you!" the old woman said as she hurried into the kitchen and surfed through the cupboards. Vega smiled. It felt good to be able to make someone else happy through little effort. Quite contrary to her poshy "friends" like Jenny and Sandy, whom with she had to "buy" her friendship. She decided right then and there that she was turning over a new leaf, one that would be optomistic and she would be nice to everyone, no matter what their social status. Yep, she was going to be good. She picked up a twix absent-midedly, and began chomping it down. She looked at what she was eating and got scared for a second. She shrugged and took another huge bite. She had forgotten how good real junk food tasted. The doorbell rang and the most gorgous guy she had ever seen strolled in. "Hi, I'm looking for Maggie Hawthorn? I'm her son, Jason."

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