The next morning was Thanksgiving and I could hear my mom down stairs cooking already.

My plan was to stay out of the house as much as possible.

I texted Travis and asked him if he wanted to hang out, he said yes.

I quickly got ready and left the house.

Travis picked me up in his car.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere to get food," I said smiling.

"You go it," Travis smiled.

After breakfast we went to the mall then the movies.

After a very busy day Travis dropped me back home.

"Alex" my mom called as soon as I walked in.

"Yes?"

"We're going over to the Johnson's house for Thanksgiving,"

"What? Why?"

"Because, they want to spend it with us,"

"So?"

"Alexandra," my mom said sternly.

"Alex, listen to your mother," my dad said.

"No, I'm not going! I'm not going! I'm not going!"

*****

"I cant believe I'm going," I said as I crossed the street with food in my hands.

My mom brought over some of our food for the dinner.

I set the food on the table and joined the others in the living room.

Shortly after we had dinner, which went better than I thought.

"So, Sandy, do you want to do this again?" my mom asked.

"Yes, Christmas, we'll come over," Sandy smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," my mom said.

****

The next morning I woke up and went for a quick run.

I needed to get Finn back, he did after all steal my art work.

On my run I thought about what I could do, then it hit me.

Finn told me the one thing he loves other than himself.

A basketball signed by the whole Lakers team.

He's a huge Lakers fan.

I smiled. How was I going to get into Finn's room is the hard part.

I thought about this as I head to the Johnson's house.

I knocked on the door and waited.

Kelly answered it and smiled at me. "What's up?"

"Nothing, is anyone home?"

"No, just me why?"

"I need something from Finn's room,"

"What?"

"A basketball," I smiled.

"Okay," she said letting me in.

I hurried to Finn's room and instantly started my search.

Once I found it, hitting by his bed in a case, I grabbed it and left the house.

I headed over to my house and put the ball under my bed.

Now all I do is wait.

*****

I was on my balcony painting a picture of a sunset over a lake.

"Alex!" I heard someone yell.

I looked over and saw Finn on his balcony glaring at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Where is my basketball?"

"I don't know? outside?" I said playing dumb.

"No, my Lakers one,"

"Oh, I don't know,"

"Bullshit, you stole it,"

"How dare you assume that I stole you basketball,"

"I know you did,"

"Now, why would I steal your basketball?"

"Payback. Now where is it,"

"Idk, my bff Jill," I said.

"I'm coming over there,"

"What's stopping you," I said as he left his room.

I watched him run across the street.

I heard the door open and loud footsteps coming up the stairs to my room.

Finn tried to turn to handle but I had locked it. "Alex, open the door,"

"Got a search warrant?"

"No, just open up the damn door,"

"No, get a warrant,"

"I'm not joking around here, Alex,"

"Aw, I thought we were,"

"Open the door!"

"What's in it for me?"

"Alex!"

"Finny,".

I opened the door and Finn came running in.

"Where the hell is my ball," he asked glaring at me.

"How should I know,"

He sighed and looked around my room.

"You getting colder," I said as Finn was in my closet.

"Huh?"

"Your getting colder,"

Finn raised an eyebrow and walked over to me.

"Now, your warm and getting warmer," I said as he was near my bed. "Now your hot," I said as he was standing where is ball is.

"I know," he smirked.

"Shut up,"

"So, where is it?"

I shrugged.

"How can I be hot-" I cut him off.

"I don't know, your really not that good looking, my dear,"

"Shut up!" he snapped. "Where is it, you said I'm hot,"

"I said nothing of the sort,"

Finn glared at me as he knelt down.

"Hotter," I said.

He lifted up the sheets, so he could see under the bed. "Fire," I said.

Finn grabbed the ball and held it close to him. "Oh, I'm so sorry baby, did the mean girl hurt you?"

"How many babies do you have?"

"Just two, my phone and this ball,"

I rolled my eyes. "Leave," I said pointing to the door. "I have clothes to wash,"

"Later, Al,"

"Don't call me that!" I yelled after him, then slammed my door.

Once Finn left I went down stairs to the basement and washed my color clothes. I headed back upstairs and blasted my music and painted.

Later I moved the clothes to the dyer and put in my white clothes in the washer.

The day passed uneventful and boring.

I was mostly in my room, listening to music and drawling.

I went to the basement one last time to collect my clothes from the dryer.

I opened the dry to find my white clothes pink.

"Finn! That son of a jack ass, lint licker, asshole, mother sexer, female dog shit bag," I mutter storming upstairs and out the door.

I stormed across the street and banged on the door.

Frank answered it. "Alex, hi," he smiled.

"Finn get your-" I paused and looked at Frank. "Are your parents home?"

"No," he said.

"Get your ass down here now!" I yelled.

"What is it now, woman?" he asked coming down stairs.

"You turned my white clothes pink,"

"How dare you assume that I would do such a thing,"

"Listen here, you asshole-"

"Guys, calm down," Frank said stepping in front of us.

"Finn, apologize,"

"I'm sorry," Finn sighed rolling his eyes.

"Alex, I think you should leave and use some oxy clean,"

"Will that work?"

"I believe so," Frank smiled.

"Thanks," I muttered and left.

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